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.

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[angevin2.livejournal.com]

were you at all aware of the logistical conflicts with real life this scenario presents?

Indeed, but it sounds very pleasant nonetheless. ;)

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

You must wake up exhausted!

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

I think there should be a library of your dreams for the rest of us to borrow.

Nine

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Dream sweeps week!

So tell me, which of those dreams would your conscious mind most like to invest in? Myself, I'd take blue-painted Tunisian city, bakery (always take the bakery!), [unnamed] historical nobleman, and assassinations--no offense to Derek Jacobi or Neil Gaiman, but I find it hard to incorporate real people into works of fiction.

Or, you could just hire your subconscious out as a story element generator.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Oh, and here:

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

Amazing! Do you try to write these down when you wake, or do they remain in subconscious storage to filter into your stories when you're unsuspecting?

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't his favourite type of dream because it didn't have Eccentrica Gallumbits, the Triple-Breasted Whore of Eroticon VI in it, whom many of his best dreams did feature. But at least it was a dream. At least he was asleep."

[eredien]

That sounds great!

[chomiji]

>> 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 ... <<

Oooh, Gaiman would make a great eccentric kami!

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

My, those sound splendid. As well as much better than my dreams. ;-)

Oracle

[eredien]

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.

"No," he said, laying his hand over mine on the bones and cards. His skin was very soft and plump, and there was a plum-colored stone on the ring on his middle finger. He shook his head.

I looked up from the patterns in the cards, drew my third eye away from the patterns in the stars. "No?" I bit the inside of my lip so he could not see my dicomfiture. Though this particular Vidame was rumored to be more generous than most, I did not care to test him; power and money do not generally tend to make people less capricious. "It is hard to turn the wheel of fate the wrong way, signore."

"Hard. But not impossible." He flicked a bone into his hand, caging it in his fingers, dropped it in his brocade pocket. "For luck," he chuckled. Turned a card sidewise.

In the silent cold dark, Mars wheeled and veered.
The fringe on the table also swayed.

"My oracle will read as I wish it: so?"

"You shall die next Wednesday."