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Dreams...

Dreamed there was wedding stuff going on, and random magazines, some of which were evidently rare. Someone got most of them, and gave them all to this guy she'd just met who she was going to marry; I held onto mine and schemed. I knew who I was going to exchange mine with, but the time was not yet right, even though I'd shown up at the store on the corner where he was working the early shift and he'd almost kissed me.

I tried to go to the choir concert, to perform, but since I hadn't been enrolled in classes, I was unable to participate. Then I ran into my parents, and when they heard my plans for the rare magazine, they frowned and looked grave. It was because they thought that he was certainly a nice young man, but much too prissy and boring for me -- a bad mismatch. So I stressed over that.

Things were on their way towards resolution. There were things going on in the apartment. I stepped out and saw thette and kjn (in person as themselves, not just generic-humans with in-dream labels) walking down the parking lot en route to somewhere, something honeymoon-ish. They were stressing about that, but had that certain goofy giddiness. (I'd just looked at the wedding picture, so you were fresh in my mind. Congratulations!)
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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