You weren't Nilly physically, but you were still Nilly somehow
That's fascinating. What about that dream person made you think it was me?
Also, and not just because you made me blush - I like you, too!
Xander: Look who's got a bad case of Dark Prince envy. Dracula: Leave us. Xander: No, we're not going to "Leabbb you." And where'd you get that accent, Sesame Street? "One, Two, Three - three victims! Maw ha ha!"
'Lessons'
Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial
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Nilly - Nov 15, 2006 10:53:11 pm PST #518 of 10007
Swouncing
Cass - Nov 15, 2006 11:09:47 pm PST #519 of 10007
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
That's fascinating. What about that dream person made you think it were me?It is fascinating to me as well, actually. Dreams - and the like - are just so strange to try and understand on a factual level. Things that make no sense in reality are just completely acceptable while dreaming.
And I don't know what it was that made the DreamYou into "you". Because physically there was little in common, and certainly emotionally nothing meshed. But somehow it was still you. Or, really, supposed to be you because in the light of day it was obvious that it wasn't really you at all.
Dreams are the strangest things. And awfully hard to explain in the light of day.
aurelia - Nov 15, 2006 11:12:14 pm PST #520 of 10007
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Nilly!
I should be in bed, but I'm trapped in my chair with a cat on my lap.
Cass - Nov 15, 2006 11:19:46 pm PST #521 of 10007
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
aurelia! I am trapped by cat as well, mine is a Puppycat on the couch. She is fwumped next to me but has her paws cutely extended with razor claws. I fear startling her. At least I have the internets.
aurelia - Nov 15, 2006 11:28:50 pm PST #522 of 10007
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
May the internets always keep you company while the cats nap. And may no sudden noises disturb the razor claws of the Puppycat.
Gilda was in bellyrub bliss until Rosie demanded attention, too. My lap is free, cats are fed, and I'm off to sleep. Goodnight, Cass.
Cass - Nov 15, 2006 11:35:47 pm PST #523 of 10007
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
And may no sudden noises disturb the razor claws of the Puppycat.Pretty sure this is my gospel.
Luckily she is cute.
Sleep well, aurelia. I am soon-ish off to bed myself.
Nilly - Nov 15, 2006 11:40:26 pm PST #524 of 10007
Swouncing
Dreams are the strangest things. And awfully hard to explain in the light of day.
Especially to people who are less than familiar with them even during their own sleep. But thanks for trying, anyway.
Night, aurelia! [Edit: and maybe Cass, too.]
Cass - Nov 15, 2006 11:48:22 pm PST #525 of 10007
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Oh I dream quite a lot. And often in ways that could be perfectly realistic. Which makes it hard to explain the dreams that are so obviously strange.
I wish there were words that could explain how it was so obviously *you* when it wasn't the Nilly I know at all.
That said, I wish people who didn't recall their dreams, could. Because it is interesting even at the strangest, or even the most boring, of times to see where your brain goes.
I suspect that my dream last night was telling me that I don't feel worthy of the people I have in parts of my life. That I am unworthy of them and so they rebel against being near me.
tommyrot - Nov 15, 2006 11:52:01 pm PST #526 of 10007
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I wish there were words that could explain how it was so obviously *you* when it wasn't the Nilly I know at all.
It's odd. But sometimes in dreams you just know things. Or at least I do.
Last night I dreamt that I drove all day in my parents' old Fairmont station wagon. There were some people riding with me. A woman who was riding in the "way-back" got really dehydrated, and died shortly after we got to our destination. I felt really bad - that I should have been more alert to the signs of her dehydration. Then as I started to wake up I realized that if she was dehydrated she would have said so, so then I felt better.
Nilly - Nov 16, 2006 12:33:31 am PST #527 of 10007
Swouncing
it is interesting even at the strangest, or even the most boring, of times to see where your brain goes.
Exactly. I would really like to see what my brain is doing when I'm not there, you know? Even if it's only boring stuff, at least I'd know.
I don't feel worthy of the people I have in parts of my life
See, the real me now rebels against that sentence. Not angry or anything, but still, rebels against it. I don't think it's a question of "worth" or "deserve" or the opposite of that. I think it's a matter of grace and love, the people around us.
tommy, is it relly really late night for you, or already really really early morning?