Send those angels down to woo me now

[sovay]

Hello, brain. At this point, I've decided not to ask why last night's dreams were full of alternate Hanukkahs and strange centaurs and spiral staircases twisting down into black and brackish water. The night before, I dreamed that I was romantically involved with a thirtyish Derek Jacobi who lived in a brownstone in not-Boston with a library of videos—were you at all aware of the logistical conflicts with real life this scenario presents? And the previous night, when I dreamed of traveling to a blue-painted city in Tunisia with an eccentric kami who looked mostly like Neil Gaiman, and complicated dealings with a historical nobleman who wanted his oracle to come out a certain way: I went back to sleep and got a political feud with assassinations and Lovecraftian things beneath the streets of a bakery. What is this, dream sweeps week? You go on constructing storylines I couldn't plot even if I were conscious. I'll be over here, thinking about Orlando (1992) and Ash: A Secret History. Get me a Tilda Swinton icon, somebody.

Comments

[sovay]

That sounds great!

It's been a good run!

I am often annoyed that architecture I commonly see in dreams doesn't exist in any cities I could visit while awake.

[eredien]

I get a lot of "T Stop" kind of architecture in the bad dreams, and a lot of Gaudi-ish architecture in the good ones, or just woods in the best ones.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

I am often annoyed that architecture I commonly see in dreams doesn't exist in any cities I could visit while awake.

That is irritating.

I tend to have dreams of architecture that's just ungainly or a bit off--broad monumental steps that don't really lead to anything that justifies the size of them, doors that are too narrow for their height or aren't really plumb to the floor, that sort of thing.

I sometimes get bits about strange books--in one dream I was reading a book about a famous French composer and viola da gamba player who developed his unique technique while working as an overseer (or whatever you call it--the fellow who walks up and down the centreline whipping the rowers) on a galley.

[eredien]

You should read "House of Leaves" if you haven't already.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the recc. That looks an interesting book.

I'll have to get myself a copy sometime in the not-too-distant.