52=78=∞: Dreams.

[wolven7]

In a basement that is the sub levels of all schools, all conventions, GSU, Dragon*Con, AWA, GDS, whatever, and I'm in a meeting, with a number of people. The room changes. Reality shifts, and the people I'm with aren't there anymore. They've dispersed. I take in my new surroundings; same network of caerns, but different perspective, different room. I head out into the hallway, and I look for the people who were with me. Seeing people I kind of know ni various lecture halls

There is a group I know playing a card game, at a table, next to some stairs, and I ask if they've seen ________. They look at me and say no, they haven't seen him all night. I squeeze past them, around the railing to my right, and down the stairs.

Something, here, about the Buffyverse.

Downstairs is my mom's house, and she appears to be throwing a party, to which a number of her work friends have been invited. As I settle in, she tells me the rules: "No lounging around, this isn't a bar; Everyone must mingle; No one cards me or my son." I look in the freezer, and there's a broken toaster, unplugged. When I go to touch it, it heats up and my aunt tells me that it's broken into the On position. I look around and I leave.

Upstairs, changing clothes. A Dragon*Con party shifted, and people dispersed to various corners of sequestering. I'm putting new clothes on, and people are shouting to me, through the doors, asking me to take my cousin somewhere, and to give them rides. I agree, knowing there's something I need to avoid. My cousin then tells me to make sure I go a certain way, when we go, so that we don't get caught up, over by Rosie and Devin's place, at which point I remember what I was trying to remember. We all leave.

I'm in an office building, in an office, and I'm meeting new people, and they're all talking about what happened yesterday, and how awesome the party was. The person to my right looks familiar, and I know him, and someone asks him if that tie isn't the same one he was wearing, yesterday. He changes his tie, and I wonder why no one's said anything about the fact that I'm wearing the same thing. I Shrug it off, and go to the table, where a guy proceeds to introduce himself, but I can't quite hear him, over the noise of the party, and i hear Lüfstag. Then Grüßtab. Then Glüfstab. The last of these is his name, and I ask him where he's from, and he says Austrailia. I ask him again to be sure, and that's what he says, saying that I've got great pronunciation. Everyone looks at me and says "You're the one who gets to pronounce, when we get German clients. We all laugh.

I look at the table, and everyone is translating or transcribing something, and they're doing it with letters that have tails and horns, and I know that, in some cases, they're signing my signature to things, to keep the paperwork going. I decide to go look around, and I notice that the office actually exists in a bookshelf. Each of the bookshelves has a playing card for a leading edge, and I am looking at one of the diamonds. The cardshelves stretch on forever, and I can see that we're actually suspended above the swirling void, walking on nothing, and I'm monitoring the work going on in the shelves, rank and file, and keeping an eye on everything. Some demon functionary chick comes up to me and gives me a progress report, as I'm looking for mech_angel. bakeneko comes up and puts her arm around the demon chick, and is very friendly.

Having nothing to do, personally, I take it upon myself to practise my German, people who either were joking or didn't quite realise who I am are counting on me to know more German than they do. I start reading Patrick Süskind's Das Parfum, and as I read the extremely German version, I notice that all the words are in English, and I can understand them.

I'm looking up and down the aisles, seeing the sections of the universeselves. Shelves. It's laid out like the love child of a library and a borders.

The last thing I hear, as I start waking up, is my mother asking me why I don't just switch places with someone, for a while. Take some time off, and just switch. As I hear this, I see the image of a drink glass being moved from one coaster to another. I wake up

You see, now, what I mean by that title?

I'm feeling Much better, now, thank you. Still sniffly, still snotty, but not quite so much like I might die at any give moment.

Isn't that nice?

Did you make it this far? Did you read all of this?

Then contratulations on reading my 5,003rd LJ entry.

Good morning.

Comments

[cailement.livejournal.com]

holy shit you post a lot.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I do.

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

Maybe not so much switching places, but some time off from something might be a good idea. A lot of this seemed to be asking for fun-study, something that's not your masters' program; catching up on your German for example.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I Definitely need to do that... I may actually be trying to read Das Parfum...