it's a good thing i don't believe in dream interpretation

[cimorene]

I've been wanting to write the past week, but I can't tear myself away from the comfort of compulsively reading (if you can gulp down a book - or fanfiction when run out of appropriate books - then that's what I do, when trying to ease stress and anxiety, and I've taken a week so far to recover from that awful Project TPMtFO). I have a short stack of used sf books that I keep starting and discarding because they aren't what I'm in the mood for, and reading fanfiction instead. I keep thinking about what I would write, but I'm still thirsty for more reading, so I mostly think about writing in the spaces in between, when I'm away from the computer or reloading my friendspage.

I had some kind of dream about going on a walk in my hometown with my parents and cousins and some old Japanese exchange students and faint acquaintances and singing Prince of Tennis songs together, and buying dollhouse furniture from an evil dollhouse furniture mall where they tried to poison us (what's with the evil dollhouses?), and then in my dream I woke up in my favourite aunt and uncle's house, only with no memory of the place where I was (or how I got there) because it isn't their house in reality, and I wandered around for a long time trying to figure it out and then my old girl scout troop leader came in and gave me a glass of juice and then I went out on the landing and saw the photos of my favourite cousins and aunt and uncle and of course my parents all over the wall, and suddenly remembered that my favourite aunt and uncle had moved to this house years ago and I couldn't believe I had forgotten. Also there was a secret, curtained gateway that went right out into a grassy sward ringed with trees and ferns. This is often the case in my dreams, that any setting blends seamlessly into the Recurring Dream Setting which is a deciduous forested stretch of land leading down to a steep riverbank leading down to layered sediment cliffs and water.

Comments

[futureperfect.livejournal.com]

Hey Cim did you ever find a place online/someone to get those docs you were looking at with the roses embroidered on the side for you? Because I've seen them here (in black and white), if you haven't.

[cimness.livejournal.com]

Yep, buddleia forwarded them on to me from the UK :).

[futureperfect.livejournal.com]

Cool! I couldn't remember if you were still looking for them or not.

[cimness.livejournal.com]

Don't think I had posted about it after that, actually. Once they arrive I will of course. :)

[sophiawestern.livejournal.com]

I love books. I always think I would absolutely cry is my apartment burned down and all of that paper went up in flames.

[cimness.livejournal.com]

My parents have thousands of books, enough books that with the science fiction collection alone, I would never have to worry about running out - a library, and the hallway half-lined with waist-high shelves and freestanding shelves in every room just about. It was really hard to move away from that - the mindset more than the physical moving! It's so hard to get used to wanting a book and not having it already, or at least hundreds of backup options for any craving I might have. Since I moved across the Atlantic Ocean, it wasn't possible to take much of my personal collection with me, and I already had quite a large one by the time I moved. I still haven't gotten as much as half of it over here - and it's been very hard having to go buy new books when I want them. I never thought about books costing money, really, until I was on my own. Just trying to get personal copies of my very favourites of theirs, let alone making my own collection, will probably take a decade! And English-language books aren't quite so easily come by in Finland, either...