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My mind is a weird place.
I had a very engaging dream last night.
I suppose it’s what I get for writing Age of Sail P/M slash when I’m tired. ;-)
I dreamt that Mal was my lover. I assume I was Polly – because, really, who else could I possibly have been? :-) – and she and I had been Found Out.
It was kind of odd, because these very Victorian sexual mores were being played out in contemporary Ottawa (the O-train was featured, but I forget why. I know we were at Bayview station for a bit, though – and Oprah Winfrey was enduring some sort of ranch-related scandal stirred up by some cowboy-contestant while being a judge on American Idol… Like I said, my mind is a very weird place).
Anyway. As a result of being Discovered, I was being sent off to India (for some reason) in Disgrace, and Mal was going to be sent to something… unpleasant. Some cross between a prison (or a grey house?) and a military training camp. Or something.
Not a nice place, I think.
Our plan – such as it was (it was rather undeveloped at the time) – was to somehow (in my luggage? What?) smuggle Mal onto the boat (yes, boat – in the Age of Aeroplanes, a freaking steamer ship) and into India with me, so that we could be together. :-)
I have no idea how that was going to work out, I grant you. I woke up before we could sort out all the details.
She had the finest bones – delicate, delicate, beautiful bones – I could wrap my whole hand around her wrist and my fingers and thumb would overlap by about a centimetre. :-)
It was a nice dream, even if it did have rather depressing subject matter. :-)
And that is what I dreamed.
Now I have to run off to work, as I'm not actually sure when I'm starting. (Stupid me, throwing out my scrap-of-paper schedule before writing the times down in my book...)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
I had a very engaging dream last night.
I suppose it’s what I get for writing Age of Sail P/M slash when I’m tired. ;-)
I dreamt that Mal was my lover. I assume I was Polly – because, really, who else could I possibly have been? :-) – and she and I had been Found Out.
It was kind of odd, because these very Victorian sexual mores were being played out in contemporary Ottawa (the O-train was featured, but I forget why. I know we were at Bayview station for a bit, though – and Oprah Winfrey was enduring some sort of ranch-related scandal stirred up by some cowboy-contestant while being a judge on American Idol… Like I said, my mind is a very weird place).
Anyway. As a result of being Discovered, I was being sent off to India (for some reason) in Disgrace, and Mal was going to be sent to something… unpleasant. Some cross between a prison (or a grey house?) and a military training camp. Or something.
Not a nice place, I think.
Our plan – such as it was (it was rather undeveloped at the time) – was to somehow (in my luggage? What?) smuggle Mal onto the boat (yes, boat – in the Age of Aeroplanes, a freaking steamer ship) and into India with me, so that we could be together. :-)
I have no idea how that was going to work out, I grant you. I woke up before we could sort out all the details.
She had the finest bones – delicate, delicate, beautiful bones – I could wrap my whole hand around her wrist and my fingers and thumb would overlap by about a centimetre. :-)
It was a nice dream, even if it did have rather depressing subject matter. :-)
And that is what I dreamed.
Now I have to run off to work, as I'm not actually sure when I'm starting. (Stupid me, throwing out my scrap-of-paper schedule before writing the times down in my book...)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
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