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Jul. 2nd, 2014 10:52 amFeverish again, which means so many strange half-dreams.
some long complicated narrative dream that the only bits I remember are crawling up a hill in northampton to the used bookstore because that was where I could do whatever it was that would let me walk again. and I was rescuing turtles by sneaking them out of tents. and Abundance took my tablet and my phone to improve them and I was at some sort of metro hub (which strangely enough, is a recurring setting in my dreams) and didn't know which shuttle to take.
I know (I believe) that it's just throat abrasion from coughing so much, but there's something both alarming and Victorian about bloody sputum. (looking up time periods for bloody handkerchiefs just led me down a bunch of internet holes about Lizzie Borden, to whom, if my parents are to be believed, I am distantly related.)
some long complicated narrative dream that the only bits I remember are crawling up a hill in northampton to the used bookstore because that was where I could do whatever it was that would let me walk again. and I was rescuing turtles by sneaking them out of tents. and Abundance took my tablet and my phone to improve them and I was at some sort of metro hub (which strangely enough, is a recurring setting in my dreams) and didn't know which shuttle to take.
I know (I believe) that it's just throat abrasion from coughing so much, but there's something both alarming and Victorian about bloody sputum. (looking up time periods for bloody handkerchiefs just led me down a bunch of internet holes about Lizzie Borden, to whom, if my parents are to be believed, I am distantly related.)
