Jun. 2nd, 2002

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as a bare-bones summary, it involved my brother and his floormates worshipping some warlock and deciding that the ultimate tribute would be to storm my floor of girls and after a series of very disturbing rituals, kill us. i heard them come in but found a way to sneak out. i made it downstairs where a phone was ringing. i stopped to answer it - my father of all people was on the line, telling me he has a plan and for me to wait where i was and call the police in exactly ten minutes. i did just that. Miranda and i made it out - i told her to run after we got away from the house and i ventured back to watch the flashing red and blue lights arrive.

Running: A dream of running suggests that you are involved in a situation (or obligation) from which you would like to escape; talk it over with a competent adviser or friend.

Telephone: To dream of using a telephone is a warning that you have rivalry where you least expect it.

Warlock: Hidden forces are working for you.

Father: As a rule, fathers represent authority. A dream of your father forecasts progress in business, professional, or career matters.

Fear: If you conquered the cause of your dreamed fear and/or the sensation disappeared during the dream, the forecast is that you will overcome your difficulties. If your feeling of fright was general and/or steady, it indicates that whatever your current fears are they will not materialize.

Despair: You'll have no cause to if you dreamed about it; everything will come up roses before long.

Tears: As tears blur your vision, they cleanse your eyes and prepare you for something new.


translation: this fic will get done despite my acute(ly unfounded) fears that it's not good or coherent enough thanks to friends/beta readers. the prequel and sequel will both clarify in my head as i complete this process. my father actually standing in support of my cause was a surprise (though he's always supported my writing, if not -what- i wrote.) if he only knew what his eldest was delving into...
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the cereal levels in my Cinnamon Toast Crunch box finally ebbed enough for me to get at the Lightsaber Pen advertised on the front.

it's blue. Anakin Skywalker. foreshadowing, anyone?

after a bit of tricky assembly, i'm doodling away like a kid with a new box of Crayolas, loving the buttons and authentic Lightsaber features, including a button to light up the inside of the crystal pen part as i write.

i have a feeling i'm going to cry when it runs out of ink.

but for now... i might be finishing the fic on ordinary notepaper.
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Eva Cassidy - Time After Time

Lying in my bed I hear
The clock tick, and think of you
Turning in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flashback to warm nights
Almost left behind
A suitcase of memories,
Time after--

Sometimes you picture me
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me,
I can't hear what you've said
Then you say go slow
I've fallen behind
The second hand unwinds

Chorus:
If you're lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you,
I will be waiting
Time after time
Time after time

After your picture fades
And darkness has turned to gray
Watching through windows
I'm wondering
If you're okay
And you say go slow
I've fallen behind
The drum beats out of time--

Chorus:
If you're lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
I will be waiting
Time after time...
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time



having nothing to do with the futurefic currently assaulting all my best efforts to finish 'Watershed,' i swear...

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