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I love spring rain. It's so springy. I gives me a good, fresh feeling like things are really getting done and things and really starting and _it's time_ for things. Also a sort of I Capture the Castle feeling and a urge to go twirl in an idyllic dripping glen.
Kinda, sorta related in a pre-Raphaelite aesthetic way: had the first cohesively narrative dream I can remember having last night. It was a televison special, and it was being done in three parts, and each part was being told from a different main character's point of view. And it was quite sappily about an angel who fell to earth because he was in love with a mortal woman. And everyone was Scottish and speaking in distinct accents and making quite involved speeches and clever folk witticisms with which I was quite impressed while sleeping. And which I can't remember now, though one had to do with how the angel had last been human in the Iron Age and was now all clueless circa 1200 and the Highlanders presumed this was because he had idiot Lowland parents. Yes, this is what I'm calling the first cohesive dream I've ever had. I was quite struck upon waking that no one I knew had showed up in the middle of it wearing be-glittered false eyelashes, weilding a spork, and yodeling, "Don't let the pixies out of the trans-dimensional microwave!"
Hmm, trans-dimensional microwave. My next piece for LostWriters is supposed to be fiction...
Kinda, sorta related in a pre-Raphaelite aesthetic way: had the first cohesively narrative dream I can remember having last night. It was a televison special, and it was being done in three parts, and each part was being told from a different main character's point of view. And it was quite sappily about an angel who fell to earth because he was in love with a mortal woman. And everyone was Scottish and speaking in distinct accents and making quite involved speeches and clever folk witticisms with which I was quite impressed while sleeping. And which I can't remember now, though one had to do with how the angel had last been human in the Iron Age and was now all clueless circa 1200 and the Highlanders presumed this was because he had idiot Lowland parents. Yes, this is what I'm calling the first cohesive dream I've ever had. I was quite struck upon waking that no one I knew had showed up in the middle of it wearing be-glittered false eyelashes, weilding a spork, and yodeling, "Don't let the pixies out of the trans-dimensional microwave!"
Hmm, trans-dimensional microwave. My next piece for LostWriters is supposed to be fiction...