Like you, I contradict the night

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I think yesterday's Hanukkah party went very well. There were conversations between interesting people, two small children being cats, and latkes all over the place; there were not enough chairs, but fortunately there was a living room. eredien arrived with a recipe for vegan latkes. captainbutler gave me a copy of All About Eve (1950), which he had screened for me a few weeks ago. fleurdelis28 found out that Leonard Nimoy is one of the actors in Lights (1983), although not the one who voices Alexander the Great. Other usual and unusual suspects circulated. There may be photographs. (There are still photographs from Thanksgiving and Vancouver.)

Otherwise I am a little fragmented; I have not slept more than two hours a night since—Thursday? I still managed to dream last night that a friend told me they loved me, but they were telling me in a dream because in waking life it was impossible.

Happy birthday, Dave Brubeck! I am watching a documentary about you on TCM and it's terrific.

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I'm glad the party was good, despite the lack of chairs.

I hope you can find sleep soon. Interesting dream--very true to life, somehow. I'm not remembering dreams but in flashes. A couple of weeks back, I dreamt I was Harry Potter and in a relationship with both Luna and Hermione, but Hogwarts looked like an American middle school from the eighties or early nineties and I'm not sure we weren't all actually animated puppets.

Happy Dave Brubeck's birthday!

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A couple of weeks back, I dreamt I was Harry Potter and in a relationship with both Luna and Hermione, but Hogwarts looked like an American middle school from the eighties or early nineties and I'm not sure we weren't all actually animated puppets.

I must say, that sounds more interesting than the current movies . . .

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I must say, that sounds more interesting than the current movies . . .

Thanks. (Of course, it is pretty much how the books would've ended up if I had written them. Well, except for the cinder-block walls and ugly furniture.)

It was sort of an odd experience--being sat one of those long folding tables with the built-in benches and knowing, in some strange way, that I was Harry Potter, with my left arm was round Luna and my right round Hermione.* Hermione looked much more the way that I imagine her, rather than like Emma Watson, with masses of very brown curly hair. It all seemed fairly well natural at the time, but when I woke my memories made it seem as if we might have all had yarn for hair and exaggerated, doll-like features.**

I saw the current Deathly Hallows movie last week. It wasn't bad, actually. Most of the parts that irritated me were the same things that irritated me in the books, and they added a couple of scenes that I'd have to call improvements.

*It seemed much more pleaseant to dream of being a fictional character in a loving relationship with other fictional characters; there wasn't the feeling of loss associated with dreams of the embrace of non-fictional persons.

**Some odd sort of metaphor for writing? Or at least fanfic?