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Saturday, June 22nd, 2013 09:22 pm
Tonight, apparently, is the 'super moon', the perigee moon. Closer to Earth than it will be for a long while, so see if if you can!

The Bebe's cousin/my niece is visiting, she'll probably be here for a week. It's nice. She's a nice kid, a couple years older than the Bebe and about eight inches shorter. Poor thing - driving is a challenge! And she'll be carded until she's fifty.



Now that it's summer and my sleeping schedule is different, i am actually remembering my dreams. Usually my sleep is kind of broken up - to bed by oneish/twoish, up again at fiveish to get the Bebe up for school, then back to bed around eightish and sleep until about elevenish.....

But now i sleep a full six to eight hours without a break, and wow, dreams! :) The most interesting one to date was me dreaming of my very first, best friend, who i met in first grade. In the dream, we were meeting up for some sort of...thing (dinner? reunion? movie? no clue) and i just walked right over and kissed her. Like- full on kiss. Not shocking, really, since she was *also* my first big-time crush. But the first time i've ever dreamed about that. Never did it in real life - she moved away the summer after fifth grade and while we were still friends, and wrote and visited, i wouldn't have ever dared kiss her like that in real life.

It was nice. :)



I also was thinking about the short story that, I think, cemented my liking for hurt/comfort *and* my liking for characters who, whether 'naturally' or via some kind of technology or magic, are a bit unstable. It was a Star Trek story, in the first collection of short stories published.



In 'Star Trek: The New Voyages', there is a story called 'Mind Sifter'. Kirk has an encounter with something called 'The Guardian of Forever', and not only is his mind damaged and twisted, but he's flung back in time to a sixties/seventies Earth, and is being held in a mental hospital. If he tries to say his rank or full name, or anything about the Enterprise, he's 'punished' with pain and terror by some kind of conditioning by the Guardian. So he's called 'Jim', and one of the nurses is a little in love with this sad, handsome stranger.

One night he's standing at the window of his room, and looking up to see the sky and .... "A late plane, at a great height...." And he whispers "Spock? Help me?"

WOW. Yeah. Bam, i will never not love a character like that, in those sort of straits. I'm also pretty sure i know where one of my kinks come from, but i'm not going to talk about that. :)


As always - flowers! My lilies are all in bloom.










I wish i could remember how to make a grid, instead of everything in a long line like that.....
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Sunday, June 23rd, 2013 06:26 am (UTC)
I've slept a solid seven hours once or twice this week, and for the first time in a long while, remembered dreams on waking. Oh! I remember this.

We have the orange lillies with the purple stamens, and dark dark burgundy freckles in their throats. The others keep promising to bloom; we won't know what color they are till they do. All of ours were donated by a neighbor moving away who couldn't take them with her. She wanted them to have an appreciative home. They do!
Sunday, June 23rd, 2013 07:08 am (UTC)
I am indeed that arliss. I'm either ingenuous or lazy for refusing to create a separate ID wherever I go.

No worries on the follow-unfollowing. My list is long, and I should whittle it down. But many of them don't post a lot, or often, but treasures when they do. Still, as you say, it's *a lot*.