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truepennyWeird freaking dreams, Gentle Readers.
I dreamed I was teaching again (never a good sign): first day of class and I have no idea what the syllabus is. But that morphed into a dream about lions and dragons, so that was okay. Dreamed I described myself to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rysmiel as "well-intentioned but ill-disposed" and was promptly claimed as a soul-mate. (Rysmiel, I have no idea how you yourself would react, but the dream-Rysmiel was quite certain.) Later in that same dream, I got a letter from my editor saying they'd decided to call the second book The Story of King Cole and His Daughter, Only with Two Daughters. I had, in the parlance of my adolescence, a cow. I remember saying, "But that's even worse than my titles!"
And then there was the Tolkien as post-nuclear-holocaust dream, in which the Manhattan Project had actually destroyed Manhattan Island, and the war cry of the Riders of Rohan was, "Remember Manhattan!" (Which is the title of a Richard Marx song--another hangover from my misspent youth--which now, not surprisingly, I have stuck in my head.) That was one of those dreams in which the meat of the dream is actually a novel I was writing, andredbird made a cameo as a reader of said novel.
And then there was the dream about digging in the sand to find and rescueelisem's little plastic bags of beads before the tide came in. My guess is that last night was mostly about processing Minicon.
I dreamed I was teaching again (never a good sign): first day of class and I have no idea what the syllabus is. But that morphed into a dream about lions and dragons, so that was okay. Dreamed I described myself to
rysmiel as "well-intentioned but ill-disposed" and was promptly claimed as a soul-mate. (Rysmiel, I have no idea how you yourself would react, but the dream-Rysmiel was quite certain.) Later in that same dream, I got a letter from my editor saying they'd decided to call the second book The Story of King Cole and His Daughter, Only with Two Daughters. I had, in the parlance of my adolescence, a cow. I remember saying, "But that's even worse than my titles!"And then there was the Tolkien as post-nuclear-holocaust dream, in which the Manhattan Project had actually destroyed Manhattan Island, and the war cry of the Riders of Rohan was, "Remember Manhattan!" (Which is the title of a Richard Marx song--another hangover from my misspent youth--which now, not surprisingly, I have stuck in my head.) That was one of those dreams in which the meat of the dream is actually a novel I was writing, and
redbird made a cameo as a reader of said novel.And then there was the dream about digging in the sand to find and rescue
elisem's little plastic bags of beads before the tide came in. My guess is that last night was mostly about processing Minicon.
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Date: 2004-04-21 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-21 02:26 pm (UTC)King Coel did have a daughter, now I will go bats trying to remember her name -- no, it was in Morris, and it's Gwawl, she married Cunedda.
If I hadn't looked it up, it would have been nagging at me all day.
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Date: 2004-04-22 07:33 am (UTC)I didn't even know King Cole (or Coel) had a daughter--at least I didn't know it consciously--so thank you.