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Some Sort of Record Seemed Necessary
Nov. 30th, 2011 07:54 amDreamt that a friend of mine was playing accordion, and simultaneously trying to set up a recording device.
Later had a dream that I was living in a different apartment, which still had most of the previous owner's stuff crowding it. This included lots of little signs - above doors, on furniture, in the labels inside clothing - that read PAUL K-------I* IS A UNIQUE INDIVIDUAL. In the dream, I told everyone who'd listen that I'd begun to doubt this, or why would he need so many signs telling himself so?
ETA - this was after I'd lain awake for a few hours, unable to dial my brain down (blame coffee), and at one point getting up for a bit to go online and track down this ultra-creepy poem half-remembered from an anthology my high school used to have. Then, because I now can, I had to look up the author, Helen Adam (short version - early 20th-c teen prodigy why wrote increasingly dark poetry about fairies - decades later, she and her equally brilliant and somewhat long-suffering sister lived in San Francisco where all the Beats adored her and were inspired by her, although they were weirded out by the fact she continued to write only in traditional ballad forms.)
*Name blanked because upon waking, I realized it was the name of someone at my last workplace, and I don't want him stumbling across this.
Later had a dream that I was living in a different apartment, which still had most of the previous owner's stuff crowding it. This included lots of little signs - above doors, on furniture, in the labels inside clothing - that read PAUL K-------I* IS A UNIQUE INDIVIDUAL. In the dream, I told everyone who'd listen that I'd begun to doubt this, or why would he need so many signs telling himself so?
ETA - this was after I'd lain awake for a few hours, unable to dial my brain down (blame coffee), and at one point getting up for a bit to go online and track down this ultra-creepy poem half-remembered from an anthology my high school used to have. Then, because I now can, I had to look up the author, Helen Adam (short version - early 20th-c teen prodigy why wrote increasingly dark poetry about fairies - decades later, she and her equally brilliant and somewhat long-suffering sister lived in San Francisco where all the Beats adored her and were inspired by her, although they were weirded out by the fact she continued to write only in traditional ballad forms.)
*Name blanked because upon waking, I realized it was the name of someone at my last workplace, and I don't want him stumbling across this.
