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dragonlady7I had a dream the night before last, which I forgot, but the one I had this morning around 6 I think I remember.
I was visiting my cousins in Norway. Andreas had this girl he was in love with. Their relationship was troubled, albeit not necessarily in a bad way, but they were at that fiery argumentative stage that principled youth sometimes are. She had another suitor, a still-more-idealistic young man who was studying to be a doctor. This young man had gone off to Iraq and was volunteering there as a doctor.
Meanwhile they had a metalworking studio in the attic of their house (not sure whose) and we were doing craft projects there, blacksmithing and, like, beadwork. It was bizarre. I don't recall who else was there.
Then Andreas and the young woman reached and understanding and got engaged. This was sort of peripheral to my role in the plot (I might actually have been me, although I don't recall), but I was quite pleased for them.
Some time went by, but I believe it was within a few hours, when the phone rang. It rang and rang and finally, despairing that they would miss the call entirely (I think Andreas was in the middle of something), i answered the phone, although I didn't speak Norwegian and I was worried it would be someone who didn't speak English.
The phone call was for the young woman, but it was sort of mechanical, so it didn't ask me. It was a real person, but he was reading. I guess it was meant to be how they send telegrams now, since they don't send telegrams anymore: so it was a young fella with that odd Military-Southern accent most people in the US Army have (in my experience-- and yes, Katy had that accent even before she got engaged to Adam). He was reading a telegram from Iraq from the young doctor-sort to the girl. It was all about how deeply he felt for her and yet how strong his principles were, and yet he could not bear to be separated from her, and asked her if she would marry him and come help him in his work for the good of mankind.
I had trouble writing it down fast enough, as I couldn't find a good sheet of paper, and so I made the young man reread me parts of it. Finally I felt I'd kept him on the phone too long, so I thanked him and let him go. He showed the only human emotion he'd shown in the entire phone call, telling me "you're welcome" and referring to me by the young girl's name in a sort of slyly congratulatory tone. I rang off sounding pleased, not bothering to correct him, as he'd never know the difference and I might as well let him think he'd spread some happy news for once.
I then found a decent piece of paper and frantically copied the message over coherently before it disintegrated, as I'd written it on scraps of greasy napkin. Someone had come in and wanted to know who was on the phone, and I had to yell at them not to distract me.
I then partly woke up, I think because I was aware it was a dream and I wanted to make sure I remembered it. There was a flash of Andreas and this girl reacting, but it was heavily colored by my conscious mind's interference, and by now, I have become convinced that the girl was angry at the proposal because the dude was so convinced of the holiness of his work that he wasn't giving her a thought as a human. But that could just be my response now, so I don't know.
It is a bit odd that i'd dream that, but then, my other cousin Maureen just emailed everybody that she's gotten engaged, so maybe that had colored it? Also Andreas did in real life have a very politically active girlfriend who I met, who later became too fanatical to him. "Now she has found God," he said a bit disgustedly last time we talked about her, "and it's sort of all she does." Which was a shame, as when I met her in '97 she had been a fiery, formidably intelligent, witty young woman, and they'd gotten along together very well.
I then (resuming the dream log) fell back into a deeper sleep and dreamed again, vvery briefly, that I was (explicit content follows so feel free to skip until next bold tag if that squicks you)having sex with Z and that we were just messing around, foreplay and what-have-you, but then we were having sex but hadn't put a condom on yet, but I wasn't worried yet because we'd just started and surely we'd change positions and then put on a condom, in a minute, but then Z finished, and I was so mad because he hadn't said anything and he knew I wasn't on the pill and..(end explicit content) then I woke up and was extremely annoyed that I couldn't even manage to have a filthy dream about my boyfriend properly.
Very frustrating. But seriously-- I so rarely have filthy dreams, and when I do they're like these bizarre tortured sagas about other people, and they're all plot and no real porn. Oh well. My subconscious doesn't cooperate. I mean, I'm not even in them.
I was visiting my cousins in Norway. Andreas had this girl he was in love with. Their relationship was troubled, albeit not necessarily in a bad way, but they were at that fiery argumentative stage that principled youth sometimes are. She had another suitor, a still-more-idealistic young man who was studying to be a doctor. This young man had gone off to Iraq and was volunteering there as a doctor.
Meanwhile they had a metalworking studio in the attic of their house (not sure whose) and we were doing craft projects there, blacksmithing and, like, beadwork. It was bizarre. I don't recall who else was there.
Then Andreas and the young woman reached and understanding and got engaged. This was sort of peripheral to my role in the plot (I might actually have been me, although I don't recall), but I was quite pleased for them.
Some time went by, but I believe it was within a few hours, when the phone rang. It rang and rang and finally, despairing that they would miss the call entirely (I think Andreas was in the middle of something), i answered the phone, although I didn't speak Norwegian and I was worried it would be someone who didn't speak English.
The phone call was for the young woman, but it was sort of mechanical, so it didn't ask me. It was a real person, but he was reading. I guess it was meant to be how they send telegrams now, since they don't send telegrams anymore: so it was a young fella with that odd Military-Southern accent most people in the US Army have (in my experience-- and yes, Katy had that accent even before she got engaged to Adam). He was reading a telegram from Iraq from the young doctor-sort to the girl. It was all about how deeply he felt for her and yet how strong his principles were, and yet he could not bear to be separated from her, and asked her if she would marry him and come help him in his work for the good of mankind.
I had trouble writing it down fast enough, as I couldn't find a good sheet of paper, and so I made the young man reread me parts of it. Finally I felt I'd kept him on the phone too long, so I thanked him and let him go. He showed the only human emotion he'd shown in the entire phone call, telling me "you're welcome" and referring to me by the young girl's name in a sort of slyly congratulatory tone. I rang off sounding pleased, not bothering to correct him, as he'd never know the difference and I might as well let him think he'd spread some happy news for once.
I then found a decent piece of paper and frantically copied the message over coherently before it disintegrated, as I'd written it on scraps of greasy napkin. Someone had come in and wanted to know who was on the phone, and I had to yell at them not to distract me.
I then partly woke up, I think because I was aware it was a dream and I wanted to make sure I remembered it. There was a flash of Andreas and this girl reacting, but it was heavily colored by my conscious mind's interference, and by now, I have become convinced that the girl was angry at the proposal because the dude was so convinced of the holiness of his work that he wasn't giving her a thought as a human. But that could just be my response now, so I don't know.
It is a bit odd that i'd dream that, but then, my other cousin Maureen just emailed everybody that she's gotten engaged, so maybe that had colored it? Also Andreas did in real life have a very politically active girlfriend who I met, who later became too fanatical to him. "Now she has found God," he said a bit disgustedly last time we talked about her, "and it's sort of all she does." Which was a shame, as when I met her in '97 she had been a fiery, formidably intelligent, witty young woman, and they'd gotten along together very well.
I then (resuming the dream log) fell back into a deeper sleep and dreamed again, vvery briefly, that I was (explicit content follows so feel free to skip until next bold tag if that squicks you)having sex with Z and that we were just messing around, foreplay and what-have-you, but then we were having sex but hadn't put a condom on yet, but I wasn't worried yet because we'd just started and surely we'd change positions and then put on a condom, in a minute, but then Z finished, and I was so mad because he hadn't said anything and he knew I wasn't on the pill and..(end explicit content) then I woke up and was extremely annoyed that I couldn't even manage to have a filthy dream about my boyfriend properly.
Very frustrating. But seriously-- I so rarely have filthy dreams, and when I do they're like these bizarre tortured sagas about other people, and they're all plot and no real porn. Oh well. My subconscious doesn't cooperate. I mean, I'm not even in them.
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Date: 2006-03-13 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-13 05:34 am (UTC)I can still remember how indignant I was.
... Which, really, is rather unfair to poor Z, who wasn't even actually present for this event. Poor boy has just made me macaroni and cheese and then sat there by the oven for three hours waiting for me. Poor boy.
He deserves to have better dreams dreamed about him.