Ninety days delinquent gets you repo treatment

[sovay]

And last night I had a nearly realist, quietly pleasant dream in which I formed a friendship with a middle-aged man from a country that was Hungary in the dream, although awake I think it much more resembled other fictional countries of Central Europe. (I would have remembered if it were Orsinia.) We met while I was browsing the used books at his stall; we bonded over the 1934 film of The Scarlet Pimpernel with its shout-out to Daniel Mendoza rather than the random flare of anti-Semitism that has always marred the novel's denouement for me. He lent me records and a book he had written, a memoir in a language I couldn't read. It was winter in the dream and snowing outside the windows. I remember drinking hot chocolate, waiting for him to show up somewhere like a museum with interior stone colonnades. It was not a romance. He was selling antique, curling posters for operas that I am not sure exist. One of them was wreathed around the corners in green roses with a design of black horses and sheaves. It seems now that it should have been a retelling of Persephone and Hades, but I don't remember it. Because I couldn't read his memoir, he told me the stories.

(Title of this post unrelated to the dream; I have been listening to the original cast recording of Repo! The Genetic Opera (2009) since last night and it seemed pointedly relevant this afternoon when I got a bill for something I thought my insurance had covered in the winter. Phone calls sorted it out. I hope.)

Comments

[rose-lemberg.livejournal.com]

I love this dream.

[ashlyme.livejournal.com]

What a beautiful dream! I can almost see the poster; I'd have bought it.

[gwynnega]

What a lovely dream.

[swan-tower.livejournal.com]

The horses make me wonder what Poseidon is doing in that retelling. Which then makes me wonder if this is some love triangle rendition of the tale. I can't decide if that would be wonderful or awful.

I have this mad desire -- sadly unfulfilled by the fanfic exchanges I've participated in -- for a crossover story where Blind Mag in Repo! is somehow the resurrected Christine Daae, dug up by the GraveRobber. I have no idea where such a premise would go, but that's what happens when my brain makes actor connections at random.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

You have the best dreams.

Nine

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Apart from any of the more important details, drinking hot chocolate in a dream makes it a pretty wonderful dream, in my estimation.

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

That is the sort of friendship I would love to have both sides of at different stages of live.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Your dreams, especially the details, are always so eminently illustratable.

I dreamed about flying the other night. It happens rarely enough that I was thrilled. I knew in the dream that it was precious; I treasured each second.


ETA: Okay. Second time around I didn't even notice the hot chocolate that I commented on first time around, and instead noticed other details that apparently didn't lodge in my inept memory. *sigh* (I didn't remember that I'd commented on this before.)