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[gement]

On a much lighter note, when I went to bed last night, touching my head gently with a flat hand met a thicket of vertical prickles, straight up in every direction. This morning it's all lying flat forward and down like hair that lies down.

I thought there would be an intermediate phase. Hair is fascinating.

I do miss the feeling of gently crushing the cloud of prickles, though. It was like having a halo.

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Very very curious about the dreams now.

Pictures are being taken at least every two weeks. Someday I will learn how people cope with the cognitive overload of dealing with all the choices involved in managing pictures. Then you will see pictures.

[mathochist.livejournal.com]

I never did remember the second dream, except for something vague about us walking outside somewhere, and I'm pretty sure there was some sort of sexual context, though I'm certain there was no actual sex.

In the first one, we were in my old room at my parents' house (except that it was set up the way it is now, with a big bed in the middle; when it was actually my room, I slept on a couch/bed built into the old closet). At one point I tried to put my hand down the back of your pants, but you said no. Then you told me something about having to keep all your clothes, including long sleeves and layers, on at all times because you were Norwegian. Which made perfect sense in the dream.

Then we went to sleep, but later, I had to get up and pee. But when I sat on the toilet in the dark, I got pricked and all tangled up in the thorns of a rosebush my mom had growing in a pot in the toilet (which didn't have any water in it). I managed to get myself free, but there was pain and blood. (That part might have had something to do with my having a bit of an impending bladder infection at the time in real life.)

Then you came in, and I was hurrying to tell you to not sit on the toilet, but you said you already knew about the rosebush, and you managed to pee and avoid the thorns. Then I got the light on and we were looking at how much of a wreck that bathroom was; besides the toilet, the shower floor was cracked so badly you could see through it in places to space and dirt underneath, and it looked seriously unstable to put any weight on. For some reason I felt I needed to warn you about that, too, lest you try stepping in there, though it was clear you could also see that for yourself.