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Oct. 5th, 2006 08:40 amHaving seen
poetry_lady's post, I am inclined to think last night was one for strange dreams. So I include mine...
I had a dream last night in which I was researching the life of someone who I think was supposed to be Dorothy Sayers but seemed to have gotten blended in aspects with Simone de Beauvoir. In particular, I was tracking down the submarine that she and a (male) romantic partner had gotten ahold of by some bizarre series of events, and spent quite some time gallavanting around the world in. The craft was perhaps as long as the barge, though overall a bit smaller (especially inside). But it was elegant and well designed, and everyone who saw it fell in love with it. Just before I'd woken up I'd found proof that a woman who became involved with both of the occupants lived with them for some time in it, in a menage a trois that proved quite mutually satisfactory to all involved. On an elegant rich man's toy of a submarine, in what was probably supposed to be the thirties.
Really. When I woke up, for several minutes this really seemed to make some kind of sense.
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I had a dream last night in which I was researching the life of someone who I think was supposed to be Dorothy Sayers but seemed to have gotten blended in aspects with Simone de Beauvoir. In particular, I was tracking down the submarine that she and a (male) romantic partner had gotten ahold of by some bizarre series of events, and spent quite some time gallavanting around the world in. The craft was perhaps as long as the barge, though overall a bit smaller (especially inside). But it was elegant and well designed, and everyone who saw it fell in love with it. Just before I'd woken up I'd found proof that a woman who became involved with both of the occupants lived with them for some time in it, in a menage a trois that proved quite mutually satisfactory to all involved. On an elegant rich man's toy of a submarine, in what was probably supposed to be the thirties.
Really. When I woke up, for several minutes this really seemed to make some kind of sense.