Dream a little dream of my non-face.

[sinsense]

I've been thinking about a dream I had a few days ago. Here is what the text below the cut contains: references to pornography, relatively-bloodless but still-disturbing mutilation of a corpse, grossness.

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[secrethappiness]

do you have low blood pressure? apparently my bp gets super low when i am sleeping (i've also noticed it happens if i'm dehydrated or have had a really deep sleep) so some mornings i wake up way dizzy and leaning back and forth. then i just go back to bed and sleep until i'm not dizzy. it's such a great excuse for sleeping in. i've almost fallen down a few times.

I am probably going to keep working on Sid/Geno bruiseplay fic like a creeper. It's supposed to be commentfic, but it's already a thousand words and it's mostly just Sidney being asexual and then having issues. I don't know why I'm telling you this, I just really like thinking about Sidney Crosby being all conflicted about his not-quite-asexuality. yes please. i just want to talk about sidney/geno all day to someone and mouse won't let me because "her candianness won't allow her to think positively of russians". w/e.

[rufus]

I have a feeling the flash of the Piazza de Popolo was - I am not sure I am saying this correctly - but your brain trying to match new signals with familiar stimuli? (Old stimuli?) Some kind of matching, anyway.

also, ugh, that dream. ugh ugh ugh *shudder*

I kind of feel like my body is a co-existing entity a good deal of the time. Less so now than when I was younger, though, as though it has taken me two decades to grow familiar (comfortable?) with it.

It is, I think, a side effect of chronic illness (scoliosis, and resultant ongoing complications), though I'm vaguely uncomfortable using the term "illness" to describe it.

In any case whatever I am fumbling at describing was far more pronounced when I was in middle/high school and had an exoskeleton (fiberglass brace) than it is now.

(I've written about it generally here and here , and also, in the context of Remades, as discussed in Chine Mieville's Perdido Street Station, here .)

(those entries are all locked but you should be able to read them.)

[desfinado]

the idea that the body can act and be part of our lives without our control

Oh man, that IS something to think about. That gives me the kind of strange head-flipping feeling I get when I realize my body is made up of thousands of micro-sized things and those things are constituted by the environment around me and OH MAN AM I REALLY ME OR AM I MICROBES OR AM I MADE OF BITS OF THE ENVIRONMENT and I feel like I need to go hug a tree or something. It's not a bad feeling! It's kind of nice to be reminded, really.

Also: SHIT, dude, that dream. D: