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averygoodun42My dreams have been all over the place lately. Last week I had another dream about dueling with the devil (he was trying to trick me/my character into believing he was someone I loved), but I saw through his tricks and ended up breaking his heart (actually, ripping the thorny rose that was his heart out of his chest). And healing mine.
Two nights ago, I flew into the stars of my soul to gather the materials to make myself a hat. (There was lots of drama, too, but that was the really memorable part.)
And last night, I went to the library in Geoff's home town. I was so excited to see how huge the selection was; I was hoping to be able to catch up on books my library doesn't have, but as I dove into their stacks, I found that while things were alphabetized, the order was random, and chunks of the alphabet were shelved elsewhere and it was nearly impossible to find anything. I went looking for a computer to see if they had the books I was looking for, but while they had computers connected to the internet, they had no database. The computers reserved for the database were being used as televisions by the librarians in the staff lounge.
It was horrible. It was so horrible I contemplated getting a librarian's masters so as to be qualified to fix it.
There were other weird aspects to the dream (like hidden and disused transporting rooms, and a play of my in-laws life being produced), but the main part was being able to find Harry Potter and photographers' books all over the place, but no L'Engle or other YA authors anywhere. Heck, there were even clothes racks full of coats and such to check out, but no YA, and no organization.
*shudders*
In real life, Geoff let me sleep in this morning, and it's amazing how much an extra hour of sleep helps. My shoulder still hurts but everything else is on its way out. Even my thumb is only a bit stiff, but not sore. (Yay for no broken bones!)
Now to just convince myself that tea would not be a good idea...
Two nights ago, I flew into the stars of my soul to gather the materials to make myself a hat. (There was lots of drama, too, but that was the really memorable part.)
And last night, I went to the library in Geoff's home town. I was so excited to see how huge the selection was; I was hoping to be able to catch up on books my library doesn't have, but as I dove into their stacks, I found that while things were alphabetized, the order was random, and chunks of the alphabet were shelved elsewhere and it was nearly impossible to find anything. I went looking for a computer to see if they had the books I was looking for, but while they had computers connected to the internet, they had no database. The computers reserved for the database were being used as televisions by the librarians in the staff lounge.
It was horrible. It was so horrible I contemplated getting a librarian's masters so as to be qualified to fix it.
There were other weird aspects to the dream (like hidden and disused transporting rooms, and a play of my in-laws life being produced), but the main part was being able to find Harry Potter and photographers' books all over the place, but no L'Engle or other YA authors anywhere. Heck, there were even clothes racks full of coats and such to check out, but no YA, and no organization.
*shudders*
In real life, Geoff let me sleep in this morning, and it's amazing how much an extra hour of sleep helps. My shoulder still hurts but everything else is on its way out. Even my thumb is only a bit stiff, but not sore. (Yay for no broken bones!)
Now to just convince myself that tea would not be a good idea...
