Sunday, October 30, 2005

Not That I Believe This, but...

I had a fine prodromic dream last night, in which I was moving out of my house, and the whole thing was empty, and I was sweeping the last bit of trash from the floors and thinking I needed to get the boxes of books I had packed up to give to the Other Liberal Professor over to her place before I Moved On...

Not the sort of dream that's all that comforting right before you go in for your CT to see if there's a "little tumor hanging around up there," in other words.

But I did finish the first draft of the last book of my SF trilogy, just this morning -- so that's done.

1 comment:

zelda1 said...

Those are the kinds of dreams that moving on dust are made. You dream, you ponder, you reason, and then you do it, you move right to another state or a hill or a place near the hill. Well you get it. The dream I had before they did the surgery to take out my reproductive crap, after I already went through the change, was I was falling off a cliff and there was the great big nose at the bottom. I didn't think the nose would block my fall but I thought if I was going to fall better hit a nose than a wall, then I'd wake up all cold and sweaty.