I dreamed about you last night! You were the star of my dream! It took place in a bookshop! This is all very exciting, not least because I just remembered the existence of said dream when I looked at your username on this entry!
Enough with the exclamation marks, Myf. Stop it now.
*coughs* Right, so yes. We were in a bookshop, and, I don't know, just hanging out and getting to know each other IRL. It was fun. And we were talking books, which was also fun. And then you went to the stand which had the '10 most popular books this week' on it, pulled down number 3, and said in an off-hand manner, 'Oh, this one? I wrote this.' And I had no idea because I didn't know your RL name, and felt dreadfully embarrassed for not knowing. Not that that makes any sense.
Damn it - for the life of me I can't remember the title of the book you wrote. It had a pale blue cover, though, and was selling extremely well.
I'm back because - I remembered more! The book you wrote was something with 'Geisha' in the title, and on the cover was a pale purple butterfly? bird? something with wings, anyway.
*g* It was a fun dream.
Right - now you dream about me. Nicely, please. :)
When myf remembers the title, and I run out and buy the book, could I possibly get your autograph? It's not for me... it's for my son, of course.
BTW just peeked back a few entries. There's nothing more draining than peeling away the armor and having to show the vulnerability underneath, is there? Believe me when I say I can feel some small portion of your pain, and I wish you all the best.
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Date: 2004-07-01 04:34 pm (UTC)I dreamed about you last night! You were the star of my dream! It took place in a bookshop! This is all very exciting, not least because I just remembered the existence of said dream when I looked at your username on this entry!
Enough with the exclamation marks, Myf. Stop it now.
*coughs* Right, so yes. We were in a bookshop, and, I don't know, just hanging out and getting to know each other IRL. It was fun. And we were talking books, which was also fun. And then you went to the stand which had the '10 most popular books this week' on it, pulled down number 3, and said in an off-hand manner, 'Oh, this one? I wrote this.' And I had no idea because I didn't know your RL name, and felt dreadfully embarrassed for not knowing. Not that that makes any sense.
Damn it - for the life of me I can't remember the title of the book you wrote. It had a pale blue cover, though, and was selling extremely well.
Enough rambling from me. I'll be off now. *g*
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Date: 2004-07-01 06:35 pm (UTC)Whoah...you may have a point about the exclamation marks.
However...I love this dream! *Squidges you*
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Date: 2004-07-01 09:29 pm (UTC)*g* It was a fun dream.
Right - now you dream about me. Nicely, please. :)
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Date: 2004-07-02 03:27 pm (UTC)When myf remembers the title, and I run out and buy the book, could I possibly get your autograph? It's not for me... it's for my son, of course.
BTW just peeked back a few entries. There's nothing more draining than peeling away the armor and having to show the vulnerability underneath, is there? Believe me when I say I can feel some small portion of your pain, and I wish you all the best.
Z