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Mm. Procrastinating my day.  I woke up earlier than usual thanks to some very strange dreams.  [profile] wooandyay ran afoul of malicious Fair Folk, and as per tradition in such stories, was turned into something like a vacuum or a lawnmower, or a combination of both.  Everyone was heartbroken, but I was the only one really surprised when he changed back into himself.  He and [profile] caitpm had this green umbrella that they found on the way, and I took it so that I could fix the broken bits by threading them with some wire (from a coathanger), but I guess I took too long and absolutely everyone was disgusted with me for 'stealing' this umbrella from them.  Nothing I could do would redeem myself.  [profile] darthozymandias was particularly harsh on me.  Decent people don't steal umbrellas from children for their own perverse joy.

Angry at the world for this maltreatment (particularly after certain heroic actions in a Thumbelina-esque storyline--entirely the Bluth version) I went to my room.  Only to find my brother and half a dozen of my (angry) friends there, and he smugly tells me I can't use my computer, because they're having a party in my room.  So I grab a book and sulk.  [profile] spence137 did pause from the party long enough to ask what was wrong, but I think I just scowled and mumbled about the umbrella.

These are the highlights.  There was more before this, and I suspect every single person in my honors class was in this dream, which was a swamp of social paranoia, self-pity, and symbolism blatant enough that I despair of my subconscious's originality.

And my dreams are like this every night!  Gah!

But I almost forgot to mention, when I was laying awake last night, there was this funny thing--the window was open, and at 12:34 exactly an entire city of frogs and crickets and night creatures started chirping, all at once.  And the perfect phrase came to mind to describe it, a collection of "syncopated creakings."  Then I made a long mental conceit about the way the sound felt around one's brain, like a burr rolling and tangling in wool.  But you see, I thought, those words don't work because they don't capture the sound of the thing.  More like the sound trickles through the crannies in your brain, or your brain tries to trickle through the chirping, like water down through a thousand odd-shaped jittering pebbles.

And at 12:41 it stopped.  A very lonely silence.

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Date: 2006-06-14 05:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] caitpm.livejournal.com
i heart you! thanks for fixing my umbrella :)

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Date: 2006-06-14 06:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jookitcz.livejournal.com
Oh, well, you know me. Can't stand to see an umbrella in distress. ^_^

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Date: 2006-06-14 06:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spence137.livejournal.com
What a nice dream-guy I am.

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Date: 2006-06-14 06:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jookitcz.livejournal.com
You mean a nice dreamy guy. *wink*

Although if I remember, you were really just sitting on my bed reading something. Plus this was in my head, so I probably wanted you to notice just to have someone to listen to my complaints. Or maybe I subconsciously think you're nicer than everyone else...!

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Date: 2006-06-14 11:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darthozymandias.livejournal.com
So, I appeared in your dreams. Cool in spite of the rather negative role I played. And really, don't despair about any originality on the part of your sub-conscious. In high school my dreams revolved around forgetting to bring pencils to class or an upcoming test. That was it. No monsters or magic or anything. There was nothing at all to redeem their tediousness. On a side note, can you follow an ellipses with an exclamation point?

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Date: 2006-06-15 12:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] andera-mishelle.livejournal.com
What is it with people dreaming about Chris? I've heard about 5 very symbolic dreams over the past year that involved Chris in some way. What does he represent, I wonder...

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Date: 2006-06-15 05:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jookitcz.livejournal.com
Nono, Chris wasn't symbolic, the umbrella was symbolic. Not phallic, I'm afraid, though. The thing with dream symbols is that you know what they mean while you dream, and after, and there's no real guessing.

Chris just represents morality. :(

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Date: 2006-06-16 04:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wooandyay.livejournal.com
Sorry to be so antagonistic. :( But I got better!

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Date: 2006-06-16 04:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wooandyay.livejournal.com
Or am I antagonizing?...Stupid...English....gosh darn it, I suck. :( :(

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Date: 2006-06-16 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jookitcz.livejournal.com
You know, I'm really not sure which it is. But hey, as long as you're understood... or is it erunderstandable? ;-)

And everyone missed you terribly when you were a vacuum.

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