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Dreamed that a writer well-known and popular in certain circles (not a DW author) propositioned me...impression I got, was some sort of 'inner circle' thing, but involving intimacy (not necessarily the physical sort, though in the dream metaphor I carefully asked if he meant that (ie, some form of full intimacy), and he hesitated, then committed himself by indicating yes (the dude's married). I was in neutral, diplomatic make-sure-I-understood-what-he-meant-first mode. I didn't say no outright as the dream ended, but I sure-as-hell didn't say yes...
...as I awoke right then for a 5 am pitstop thinking dryly, 'Thanks, but no thanks'.
Even if that was just an ego-stroke dream (that some dude who's a 'somebody' would make such an offer), I don't see myself as needing a connection like that, to a person like that. As I rather suspect there are plenty of others with whom connection would make a helluva lot more sense. I simply don't know the dude. Ah, he probably just symbolizes stuff, is all.
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Dreamed I was on a road trip, two female companions (possibly representing the gals I went to Gally with...*pauses to wave 'hi' to Sam & Jenn*...). We stopped at an historical museum or site, I think. I was wearing a historic costume, but my shoes sucked - they were non-period (yet matching the dress material) fabric slippers. One of my companions teased me over those shoes....(as if they offended her sensibilities). Actually, they offended mine as well, but for the moment, I was stuck with them...
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Was at some conference, and saw someone I know in another context (DW online fandom), who was also at this meeting. It was, in fact, not a meeting I'd have any reason to go to per se. At a pause during an informal gathering of a few of them, I paused to grin and wave at him, in a cheeky 'I know you; you're also a fan!' way. Amused, he greeted me back. The dude reminded me (upon waking) of Doctor Who Chat's Whomiga, actually. Curly dark hair. If I'm thinking of the right person. Have I met Richard in person ever at some con? I don't recall. At any rate, shortly thereafter that little gathering broke up and after watching a couple of the other professional types walking away, talkng shop, I met him and a friend/colleague of his outside in a plaza - they were going to give me a ride to my library p/t job. The conference was something to do with architecture (not what he does in RL as I recall); he seemed to be there as a junior faculty from some school - youngest faculty had the time to spare to go to meetings, apparently. He ran over to examine this architectural detail in a building off the plaza, while his friend followed more sedately...
...as I awoke right then for a 5 am pitstop thinking dryly, 'Thanks, but no thanks'.
Even if that was just an ego-stroke dream (that some dude who's a 'somebody' would make such an offer), I don't see myself as needing a connection like that, to a person like that. As I rather suspect there are plenty of others with whom connection would make a helluva lot more sense. I simply don't know the dude. Ah, he probably just symbolizes stuff, is all.
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Dreamed I was on a road trip, two female companions (possibly representing the gals I went to Gally with...*pauses to wave 'hi' to Sam & Jenn*...). We stopped at an historical museum or site, I think. I was wearing a historic costume, but my shoes sucked - they were non-period (yet matching the dress material) fabric slippers. One of my companions teased me over those shoes....(as if they offended her sensibilities). Actually, they offended mine as well, but for the moment, I was stuck with them...
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Was at some conference, and saw someone I know in another context (DW online fandom), who was also at this meeting. It was, in fact, not a meeting I'd have any reason to go to per se. At a pause during an informal gathering of a few of them, I paused to grin and wave at him, in a cheeky 'I know you; you're also a fan!' way. Amused, he greeted me back. The dude reminded me (upon waking) of Doctor Who Chat's Whomiga, actually. Curly dark hair. If I'm thinking of the right person. Have I met Richard in person ever at some con? I don't recall. At any rate, shortly thereafter that little gathering broke up and after watching a couple of the other professional types walking away, talkng shop, I met him and a friend/colleague of his outside in a plaza - they were going to give me a ride to my library p/t job. The conference was something to do with architecture (not what he does in RL as I recall); he seemed to be there as a junior faculty from some school - youngest faculty had the time to spare to go to meetings, apparently. He ran over to examine this architectural detail in a building off the plaza, while his friend followed more sedately...