Quiet
Quiet weekend, especially after we sent
feiran on to her next stop on the Grand Tour. (It was lovely having you for the week, my dear.) Needed the quiet, I think. It's been a stressful couple weeks, and there hasn't been much real down time since I got home. Lovely little set of nightmares last night - combination of bad dreams whose roots I can pretty directly trace, and dreams in which good things happened (that is, things that have been bothering me were suddenly resolved) but then I woke up and realized that the problem had not in fact gone away. Which is its own kind of bad.
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Thanks again for the hosting! I had a delightful (and delicious) time. :)
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The "happy" dreams involved most of the problems at work being neatly resolved in easy, plausible ways. And then I woke up overjoyed and subsequently realized that none of those events had actually occurred.
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I read this and thought, "Huh, given my research, I should be dreaming about enormous swarms of ants more than I currently do." Then I just took a nap in which I dreamed about carrying a swarm of desert ants around in my body and being their "mother" (I actually did feel very maternal toward them) while my own baby developed outside my body. The ants were dying of some kind of "fire worm," and I thought that I would soon, too. (At one point I was in ant POV while fire worms exploded out of my legs.) I sang about my situation in anguish after serving on a weird judging panel of three women that required us to hold up some sort of long carved log.
...Yeah, I don't think I want dreams about swarms of ants anymore.
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I've been dreaming about ants probably because there are ants in my kitchen. (They seem to find the dishwasher especially enticing. More so when it's clean. I don't know why - maybe they like soap residue?)
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