weird dream fragment, photo of the day
Nov. 17th, 2004 10:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I slept beside Dave last night, quite chastely actually; we spent the evening after a long and late supper sitting on the couch doing that endless Where Were You meme and playing with that stuffed monkey, and then quite suddenly sometime before 10 Dave said "OK, bed." So I followed him and it was warm enough that we didn't even snuggle. I slept deeply, but in the middle of the night I dreamed that I had borrowed Dave's razor to shave my legs and had cut myself. I woke convinced that I had done this, and I was quite vividly aware of where the cut was, down on my right shin just above the ankle, and that it was about four inches long and I had done it because I was using the razor improperly.
Dave shaves with a straight razor, you see.
Of course this morning when I looked no such thing had happened; I shaved my legs the day before yesterday with one of those Venus disposables and they're doing their usual winter eczema I-Hate-Myself-And-Want-To-Itch-Myself-To-Death thing, which all the cortisone in the world can't stop (I know; I got a $90 tube of the maximum-strength prescription stuff and it tingles when I put it on, but the blisters don't stop). But I haven't just sliced a 4-inch gash with a straight razor because I *know* how they work.
I've watched Dave countless times-- he's allowed me to take pictures while he did it, because the process fascinated me so. He's even shaved bits of me for fun, though I must say it's an odd definition of "fun" (and yet it is). "OK, if you value your life, don't move." "OK!"
So here's a picture of him straight-razor shaving, because I like watching him so much. (Also, it smells really good-- he uses Burt's Bees Bay Rum scented shaving soap, as it's the only shaving soap in the store.)
This is one of the pictures in my Shiny Happy Things folder. I love it when he shaves. I love the smell. And I like watching him. He concentrates really hard on it but not in the same bore-holes-in-you-with-his-eyes kind of Objective C kind of way.
Dave shaves with a straight razor, you see.
Of course this morning when I looked no such thing had happened; I shaved my legs the day before yesterday with one of those Venus disposables and they're doing their usual winter eczema I-Hate-Myself-And-Want-To-Itch-Myself-To-Death thing, which all the cortisone in the world can't stop (I know; I got a $90 tube of the maximum-strength prescription stuff and it tingles when I put it on, but the blisters don't stop). But I haven't just sliced a 4-inch gash with a straight razor because I *know* how they work.
I've watched Dave countless times-- he's allowed me to take pictures while he did it, because the process fascinated me so. He's even shaved bits of me for fun, though I must say it's an odd definition of "fun" (and yet it is). "OK, if you value your life, don't move." "OK!"
So here's a picture of him straight-razor shaving, because I like watching him so much. (Also, it smells really good-- he uses Burt's Bees Bay Rum scented shaving soap, as it's the only shaving soap in the store.)
This is one of the pictures in my Shiny Happy Things folder. I love it when he shaves. I love the smell. And I like watching him. He concentrates really hard on it but not in the same bore-holes-in-you-with-his-eyes kind of Objective C kind of way.
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Emails
Date: 2004-11-17 05:04 pm (UTC)Gah. Paranoia rules.
Re: Emails
Date: 2004-11-17 05:16 pm (UTC)Horrors: goes to check.
I think I did not answer.
I answered in my head!!! Does that count??