Playing with my hair

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Last night's dream: making love to a blind androgyne in a house made of half-silvered glass. I wake up and the image is compressed and surreal, a lost frame from Le Sang d'un Poete. My dreams are never remarkable when I'm in them.

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[clarionj.livejournal.com]

That sounds beautiful. Now I'm tying androgyne to half-silvered and thinking how that could relate and blindness to glass. You have amazing dreams.

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

I got steel tunnels under a series of islands and some sort of power that came and went and an enemy that existed only as a grey flicker on the edges of my vision. It was interesting, there was some sort of strange politics between me, with the power, someone else with the experience and authority and the grey, flickery adversary, but nothing like half silvered glass, no blind androgynes.

[timesygn.livejournal.com]

I had an androgynous/bi kind of sex dream, too. A threesome: Sarah Silverman and I were screwing John Cleese. (And not the young, handsome John Cleese, but the older, mustachio'd, wrinkly, overweight John Cleese.)

We made him come.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Fascinating.

My dreams are never remarkable when I'm in them.

I suspect that this is one of the salient features of dreams.

I usually miss the love-making parts of my dreams, as if the dream was a film and there was a jump cut from the undressing to the waking up the next morning. Once I dreamt that a beloved and I had the most intense session of kissing-without-touching-lip-to-lip that I could imagine. I suspect we were were-creatures and that she was out of season.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

"Round Window" is PERFECT for your dream.

The song came along to meet that dream, seems like.

[sovay]

Now I'm tying androgyne to half-silvered and thinking how that could relate and blindness to glass.

I feel as though there should be a poem in it, or at least a Tarot card. Feel free to steal, if you want.

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I got steel tunnels under a series of islands and some sort of power that came and went and an enemy that existed only as a grey flicker on the edges of my vision.

That's kind of Ballardian. I approve.

but nothing like half silvered glass, no blind androgynes.

See above. If your brain gets to it before mine does, it's fair game.

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The song came along to meet that dream, seems like.

I could wish for worse soundtracks . . .