Saturday, October 02, 2004
Digging For Fire

A few random life notes:

I had an interesting dream last night. I was in the living room -- I can't remember what I was doing, but I managed to knock a hole in one of the walls. And inside the hole, in the gap inside the wall, was fire. It wasn't consuming anything, and I didn't feel in any danger, but I was astonished that it had been there all that time and I'd never noticed it.

Being something of an admirer of Carl Jung, I immediately went looking through dream dictionaries to glean some insight. The best statement I found was this:
To dream that a house is on fire, signifies passion and loving companions.

So if my house was on fire but I didn't know it, maybe I love someone subconsciously? Maybe I love someone and don't realize that I do? Now there's an intriguing prospect...

This might seem like an insignificant detail, but I was thrilled today to get a Levenger catalog in the mail, especially since I hadn't requested one. I could sit and drool over leather-bound journals, fountain pens, and glass-doored bookshelves all day; I am admittedly a sucker for high-end writing implements and library supplies. (My mother might be tempted to say I get that from my father, but she probably knows better than to invoke the inevitable reaction, at least not over such a trivial thing.) Perhaps one day I'll even have enough money to indulge in some. To my subconscious crush: don't buy me flowers and diamonds, say it with electronics, and imported calfskin diaries.

Oh, and I've had La Marseillaise stuck in my head all day. It was fun for a while, but... yeah, well, you know.
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