Something aesthetic, something frenetic

[sovay]

I can't remember last night's dreams, except for something about empty offices and real-life people I know. I didn't really sleep enough. The night before, I dreamed I was investigating a Roman mystery somewhere on the outskirts of contemporary Boston, a neighborhood with a lot of pine trees and porches with slatted screens. Claudius was in the supporting cast, but he wasn't played by Derek Jacobi; I considered him a good omen, but I still woke up before I found or solved whatever had been going on. Tonight I am going with fleurdelis28 and sharhaun to see Handel's Agrippina at the Boston Lyric Opera, though, so maybe I'll figure out what it was.

You may have seen this already over at rushthatspeaks', but I got it from strange_selkie: the Roman Patriot Collection. If I were ever to remodel another kitchen (that didn't belong to my parents), I totally would put the countertops in Cicero Whisper, too.

I am off to run errands before the opera. I am afraid none of them will involve Latin unless I make them.

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[sovay]

This is very vivid in my head; I've-been-to-a-place-like-that vivid. It will haunt me until I discover why.

Please let me know when you do.