Dream|Reality

June 30th; rooks and pawns

Dream: Yes, I dream about flying. I dream that I have a great pair of wings that sometimes replace my arms, and I dream that I am perched on the roof of my elementary school. People are pointing and yelling, and I hear myself called a monster and an angel at the same time. But I launch myself into the air, and i'm free... It's all so real, I can feel the wings on my back and the sun on my head as I do barrel rolls and loops. It's always accompanied by a sense of overwhelming happiness. This is, I generally think, the way I am meant to live.

The Moment CD: Tank Girl soundtrack Book: nothing at the moment Outside: cool and sunny. nice. Doing: doctors! Link: Maggy has redesigned   {{previous}} | {{next}} archives | reads | home   "You were born a lucid flower." The Magnificent Bastards, Mockingbird Girl

Reality: So today there's a new poem in the told many times section. It's not all that new, but I finally uploaded it. I have four more that will be going up as soon as I have a bit of time to format them and change all of the other files. I have been having an organizational mess at work that I finally managed to fix, and so life is now good. I'll be working my butt off for the next couple of days, but I've got the weirdness out of the way and the rest is a piece of cake. Yay me. I also went to a new doctor today. She's a naturopath, she trips my gaydar something fierce, and she spent an hour interviewing me and talking with me about stuff. i have to go back in a couple of weeks, since I had blood work done today (owie, my arm!) and she wants to look at the results before she decides what to do. So that took up a chunk of time, and I spent a lot of time emailing various people for work, and really the day has been kind of frittered away. Last night, I got kidnapped by Mike and Ivana, and we went out for dinner and then for a walk. We discovered the niftiest little park on Capitol Hill--it's very overgrown, with a path winding down a big hill into a valley. The weirdest part was coming upon a pair of dinners. One appeared to be curry chicken, the other something else. Next to each plate there was a full bottle--one rum, one red wine. On one of the plates there was a cigar. It reminded me of a voodoo offering, really. There was nobody around, and it all seemed sort of...deliberately left, i suppose. No silverware, no glasses, paper plates. Like I said, weird. and now it's home again for me. time to go see if my favorite girl has made it back.

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