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Fill in the nine blanks:
Dear Amy (tabular_rasa),
You have a nice (1). You make me (2). You should (3). Someday I will (4). You + me = (5). If I saw you now I'd (6). I would build a (6) just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be (7).
Love,
(8)
(P.S. (9).)
I had a really scary dream last night that Lisa was dying. For some reason, no one was there-- we were in some building (a hospital, perhaps? There were beds . . . ) with a lot of people, but none of them anyone we knew. She had some sort of "chronic degenerative lung disease" (even my dreams are verbose O.o) and she knew she was going to die, and I could do nothing but console her as we waited for it to happen. It was really realistic, too; I woke up for a moment unsure of whether it was a dream or some sort of weird futuristic memory. I hate it when I have dreams where people die (or are waiting to die); it happens every once and a while and it freaks me out. Funny thing is, no one ever really dies in my multitudinous disaster dreams, with tornadoes and such and whatnot; yet, however, I have plenty of dreams involving slow, quiet deaths.
I had a weird bit of wisdom imparted to me by a disembodied voice (or my own conscience/narrative of myself within the dream): You have, in essence, conquered death, if you can hold the hand of a dying person and not break down, on their behalf and on the behalf of the gravity of the situation. It's kind of a sobering thought. Normally I'm not one to pull much away from dreams besides amusement, but I thought that was kind of an interesting thought.
My summer plans for visiting college friends are going more and more to hell in more and more handbaskets as the summer progresses )-: I wish I could stop hoping so badly everything would work out fine (that way, I'll never be disappointed but possibly happily suprised!) but I can't help it that I want so badly for everyone to come visit!
Today was another fulfilling lake day, with lots of boat rides, snack foods, classical music (that was my own proud addition to the mix ^_^)-- and, what do you know it, no novel-writing! Hey! Lol . . .
whos_botj:Fill in the nine blanks:
Dear Amy (
tabular_rasa),You have a nice (1). You make me (2). You should (3). Someday I will (4). You + me = (5). If I saw you now I'd (6). I would build a (6) just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be (7).
Love,
(8)
(P.S. (9).)
I had a really scary dream last night that Lisa was dying. For some reason, no one was there-- we were in some building (a hospital, perhaps? There were beds . . . ) with a lot of people, but none of them anyone we knew. She had some sort of "chronic degenerative lung disease" (even my dreams are verbose O.o) and she knew she was going to die, and I could do nothing but console her as we waited for it to happen. It was really realistic, too; I woke up for a moment unsure of whether it was a dream or some sort of weird futuristic memory. I hate it when I have dreams where people die (or are waiting to die); it happens every once and a while and it freaks me out. Funny thing is, no one ever really dies in my multitudinous disaster dreams, with tornadoes and such and whatnot; yet, however, I have plenty of dreams involving slow, quiet deaths.
I had a weird bit of wisdom imparted to me by a disembodied voice (or my own conscience/narrative of myself within the dream): You have, in essence, conquered death, if you can hold the hand of a dying person and not break down, on their behalf and on the behalf of the gravity of the situation. It's kind of a sobering thought. Normally I'm not one to pull much away from dreams besides amusement, but I thought that was kind of an interesting thought.
My summer plans for visiting college friends are going more and more to hell in more and more handbaskets as the summer progresses )-: I wish I could stop hoping so badly everything would work out fine (that way, I'll never be disappointed but possibly happily suprised!) but I can't help it that I want so badly for everyone to come visit!
Today was another fulfilling lake day, with lots of boat rides, snack foods, classical music (that was my own proud addition to the mix ^_^)-- and, what do you know it, no novel-writing! Hey! Lol . . .
