To sleep, perchance to dream

[thrihyrne]

I had one of the oddest dreams I’ve ever had last night. I dreamt I was in a kind of death-themed amusement park, though it was more like a big fair than a park. But it wasn’t morbid, mostly (though I do remember at one point there was a walking skeleton going around, but I suppose that’s necessary in a park with that kindof theme. It wasn’t an actual skeleton, it was a person dressed up as one.)- I was there with my husband and stepkids, but in the dream I knew that if anyone was staying, it was me. There were heaps of people and I interacted with several, including the priest who married me (a woman and an Episcopalian) though she wasn’t a priest in the dream. There were booths where you were interviewed about your career, or other rather mundane topics, and at one point I found myself in front of a kind of voodoo woman who made up some concoction and told me to take it back to my roommate when I returned, and to tell her that “her prayers were being listened to.” So at that point I decided that all of these authoritarian people I was seeing were angels, but none of them would admit to it. And you couldn’t ask them, “So! What is life after death like? Or is there one?” I tried asking, but they just looked at me with a kind of tolerant, “You know we can’t tell you that” expression. Eventually I had to say goodbye to husband and kids, and wasn’t as distraught as I might be because I had the sense that those of us staying at the fair, whenever we did leave, it probably wasn’t to actually die, it was to go back. The last thing I did was go to a classroom, and there were probably about 30 of us in there, of varying ages. We all had to sit in those chair/desk combinations that I had when I was in elementary school, and they all faced in one direction, a few columns of them. One of my coworkers was there too. One of the workers/angels read a short story that I don’t remember now, but then she handed the book to one person and indicated that they were to read aloud a marked set of sentences. That person did, then s/he handed it to the next person and they were supposed to read the next set of two sentences. At first they seemed to have to do with the story, but then as it got around and this kindof cute guy with blonde hair and glasses tried to read his sentence, and couldn’t- he got too choked up. It said something to do with singing and having made a prayer in Sindarin Elvish. Apparently he was very proud of that. Anyway, each set had something to do about the personality of the person reading it, and the second sentence was something that was tripping you up in the world. My first sentence had something about being graced with the ability to communicate with others, though it ended with this beautiful adjective that, after this scene was over in my dream, still in the dream I had forgotten the adjective and was rummaging through a trash can to find my page to find the adjective again (what a convoluted mess!). The second sentence said that “Thursday’s child had difficulty putting things together and could be a leader but was clueless.” Or something like that, but the Thursday’s child and not seeing things for how they really were was the essence of it.

So there you go. Very active dream life indeed.

I am a Thursday’s child, from that rhyme whose origin I don’t know and I’m only sure of the first five days. I’ll have to look up the proper personality traits according to this probably Victorian rhyme:
Monday’s child is full of grace, Tuesday’s child is fair of face, Wednesday’s child is full of woe, Thursday’s child has far to go, Friday’s child is helping and giving, Saturday’s child [dunno that one!], and the child born on the Sabbath day gets all the good stuff (is beautiful and their life will be gay, something like that).

I think I may be inspired to continue on with the Eowyn/Aragorn story. I have a few snippets of scenes and descriptions in my head. I’ve challenged myself to write an incredibly hot, stirring scene between the two of them, but without using lots of actual words involving body parts. I must be insane. The other challenge/fun aspect about writing this since it is AU, is deciding what to keep from canon and what to discard. I already realized I forgot to include Gandalf in the opening scene, but this story is going to be All About Aragorn/Eowyn, though this phrase came to me yesterday and will have to get incorporated in at some point:

Aragorn paused. “Rogue Dwarf,” he explained.

Sadly I don’t know what would have happened prior to that, but I’m sure it will come. I think I’ll stick primarily with the evolved story, with Aragorn going through the Paths of the Dead and Eowyn slaying the witchking, and Merry going too, though she and Merry will go out in the open, which was again, one of JRRT’s original plot lines. The difficulty is Faramir. Is he still there? If so, does he matter? I wouldn’t think that Eowyn would need to languish around the Houses of Healing if she and Aragorn have already committed to each other. I guess I still have a ways to go to get there, even if I do continue writing in the sparse style of the first bit.

And I’ve got to get back to Ron and his belated bachelor party. But it’s Easter weekend, and I’m in a choir, so there’s a service tonight, Saturday night, and two Sunday morning. I’m missing the midday Good Friday one. However: the husband is taking the kids to his parents for a 4-day weekend, so whenever I do get home from the services, I’ll have the house to myself and the freedom to write at whatever hours and do whatever I want. Wow. Makes me giddy. Ah, the decadence; I’ll need to get cheese in a jar (that cheese con queso stuff, I could live off of that and pretzels, I have such appalling eating habits when left on my own!), some Absolutely Fabulous videos from the library, and plan on lounging around in comfy clothes the entire time except when I have to go to church. WOOOT!! Of course, knowing me, I’ll decide Friday afternoon that I’m going to make that plaid suit to wear for Easter morning.

Gosh, this has gotten rambling. Tempering this enthusiasm is the knowledge that several of my friends are going through trying times: a friend with health problems whose husband was fired last week; another whose grandfather is ailing in a very serious way; a friend who became pregnant unexpectedly and 9 years after her other children and is having to move to another state; a friend moving to another city for 5 years, leaving behind partner and dog, at least for a while; a friend trying to resolve issues with her husband and unreasonable expectations there; a friend whose father continues to have layers of medical issues. Many of you read this LJ- I’m thinking about you all and holding you near to my heart. I’ll have many opportunities to think about you during the upcoming weekend, though I probably won’t post much. Virtual hugs all ‘round!

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[celandineb.livejournal.com]

Monday's child is fair of face
Tuesday's child is full of grace
Wednesday's child is full of woe
Thursday's child has far to go
Friday's child is loving and giving
Saturday's child works hard for a living
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay

[I have a head full of nursery rhymes - strange eh?]

Celandine

[helveticat.livejournal.com]

I am also a Thursday child. I was born on a Thursday, and, even though I can't see the road sometimes, I know it's a long and winding one (quoth the Beatles). :-)

I hope you decide to continue with the A/E story you started. It was a beautiful beginning, and I'd love to read more of it. As for Faramir--I know Anborn came first, and was originally supposed to be the Faramir character (as the Captain), but according to Tolkien, Faramir was sort of an accident. I think you could find a really cool way to fit him in, though, if you wanted.

I’ll need to get cheese in a jar (that cheese con queso stuff, I could live off of that and pretzels, I have such appalling eating habits when left on my own!), some Absolutely Fabulous videos from the library, and plan on lounging around in comfy clothes the entire time except when I have to go to church

^ Yeah, baby! That's fantastic. I love those gals. Have you ever seen the French and Saunders spoofs of Phantom Menace and Braveheart? Killed myself laughing with those.

Except my poison is e-z cheez (lol, how do you spell it, anyway?) Cheese in a can. My friend from high school once bought me one of those cheap, play-gun holdsters to go with the can of spray-cheese she bought me for my birthday (weird friends). It was very funny. And very gross and awful.

Anyway.

Later!

[qowf.livejournal.com]

Seriously, I've got more research on this particular theme than I know what to do with. Feel free to peruse it.

Also, Chapter 3 is about ready for your perusal. I type away.

[edrys.livejournal.com]

Cel, bless her, beat me to posting a copy of the rhyme for you - it's classic Mother Goose, my dear ;-)

I'm Tuesday's child - maybe that explains why my choice runs more to boursin's Fromage Gournay Epicé Ail et Fines Herbes on Carr's Assorted Biscuits for Cheese - though I also go for some good old Cracker Barrel (extra sharp cheddar). :-D The pretzels sound pretty good - as do the comfy clothes. Nothing wrong with reveling in anticipation of the longed for solitude either. Enjoy! :-)

BTW when Tolkien was writing the early version of LotR that had Aragorn and Eowyn together, AFAIR Faramir had not yet revealed himself to Tolkien. I think he only made his presence known after Tolkien decided that Aragorn was "too old" for Eowyn. I'd still take him... :-D If I have a chance I'll try to find the notes on that part of the story's evolution - unless someone else already has them to hand.

[jensa.livejournal.com]

What a great dream sequence, and you remembered so much of it! I have written down only a handful of dreams my whole life, primarily because by the time I get around to documenting them their details have dissipated. There is one dream, however, that I'll never forget. Suffice to say it involved a brooding, passionate Gabriel Byrne, a bedroom, and no fade-out. :P

[ebonykitty.livejournal.com]

Great dream! I love how you remembered all of it, you lucky girl.

My heart and prayers goes out to your friends that have troubles.

-virtual hugs-