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Dreams and nightmares
Dec. 2nd, 2002 07:02 amI dreamed that I woke up on a summer Saturday morning and, after puttering around a bit, realized I had forgotten what weekend it was. I had completely forgotten to go to the airport and get on a plane for Atlanta for AFSS. My ticket for Friday was wasted and I'd missed a whole day of 'con. A second one, actually, as I had already been coming late.
I dashed to the airport on a train, in so much of a hurry that I didn't even put on shoes. Arrived at the ass-end of nowhere in the airport and had to walk for what seemed miles to get to the ticket counters. People observed my bare feet and wondered aloud why I hadn't been arrested.
On the way to the counter I heard a flight to Atlanta announced. Got there and poured out my woes to the agent. She told me something about "because it is a holiday" and I realized that it wasn't even Saturday, it was Sunday! No point in going at all.
Then I was suddenly at ACN (on time even), though it was in a different hotel and none of the usual suspects were there. Deb and Kris were. Someone called Deren in the dream that I think was actually supposed to be![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jingoro.
What I remember from that dream: Registering. Something about a gymnastics/aerobics session in one of the meeting rooms. (Scheduled, that is, I was thinking of attending it). Soda machine in the con suite with a long line. Just as I got to it the item I wanted, which was not on tap but available in a can, was used up. A big sculpture of a modern-looking logo of the letters "acn" interwoven. Discussing rice with an Indian chef. He told me about the kinds of rice he used, tiny pearls and a longer grained variety. I said I had basmati at home and he said he found basmati to be a pain because of all the rinsing required. I said I never bother to rinse it, and he was horrified. I went back to the registration area and that's when I saw Deb and Kris. I overheard someone calll "Deren" by name and said to him "Deren? I'm Fiona."
And a dream which I can't remember but involved Ray and me, still happily together, in bed. Not sex, just lazing around on a morning. He was studying foreign languages and wanted to know if I had Japanese Berlitz tapes. I told him I did.
I dashed to the airport on a train, in so much of a hurry that I didn't even put on shoes. Arrived at the ass-end of nowhere in the airport and had to walk for what seemed miles to get to the ticket counters. People observed my bare feet and wondered aloud why I hadn't been arrested.
On the way to the counter I heard a flight to Atlanta announced. Got there and poured out my woes to the agent. She told me something about "because it is a holiday" and I realized that it wasn't even Saturday, it was Sunday! No point in going at all.
Then I was suddenly at ACN (on time even), though it was in a different hotel and none of the usual suspects were there. Deb and Kris were. Someone called Deren in the dream that I think was actually supposed to be
jingoro. What I remember from that dream: Registering. Something about a gymnastics/aerobics session in one of the meeting rooms. (Scheduled, that is, I was thinking of attending it). Soda machine in the con suite with a long line. Just as I got to it the item I wanted, which was not on tap but available in a can, was used up. A big sculpture of a modern-looking logo of the letters "acn" interwoven. Discussing rice with an Indian chef. He told me about the kinds of rice he used, tiny pearls and a longer grained variety. I said I had basmati at home and he said he found basmati to be a pain because of all the rinsing required. I said I never bother to rinse it, and he was horrified. I went back to the registration area and that's when I saw Deb and Kris. I overheard someone calll "Deren" by name and said to him "Deren? I'm Fiona."
And a dream which I can't remember but involved Ray and me, still happily together, in bed. Not sex, just lazing around on a morning. He was studying foreign languages and wanted to know if I had Japanese Berlitz tapes. I told him I did.
