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don't let me get me
Apr. 12th, 2002 10:56 amDream log:
was in a PW class, was assigned to read a series of books by the same author (we'll call him Rod Serling for now, he was certainly Rod Serling-like), was a trick! the seven of us (we'll call it seven of us) searched high and low, but it was *I* who discovered he'd written one of the books under a pseudonym (again I blame Zendom for eating my brain) and I was able to identify him by style...
You'd think PW would be impressed. I suppose she was, to a point. it was moderately unfulfilling --
And then we got to meet this Rod Serling character, and he fell deeply in love with G. And while I felt some kind of proprietary pull over him (after all, I'd identified him by writing style alone), he and G hit it off like white on rice and began a whirlwind romance. (Understanding that for the purposes of this narrative, the role of Ernesto was played by no one) PW and I were in the basement, training her kitten. but I couldn't stop thinking about G and Mr. Serling, not even when I took him to see my shrink with me, not even when he fell in love with my (male) shrink (Obligatory Slashy Dream Moment [TM]) and he and my shrink began their own brief affair --
But it was G he wanted. He'd call for her. PW and I were in the basement. she was still unimpressed. G would have to hide: "tell him I'm not home" and we'd tell him but Mr. Serling was insistent.
At break of dream, his latest tactic was telling me that he had Emergency news for G -- her brother had some sort of hernia problem and was in the hospital but he wouldn't give me any more information until I put her on the phone.
(Since G doesn't have a brother, we were prepared to consider this a weak ploy on Mr. Serling's part)
PW lounged in a beanbag chair. The kitten rode atop the dog. Mr. Serling pursued my G with a vengeance. I ran around, answering phones. the shrink pined. And everyone was unimpressed.
was in a PW class, was assigned to read a series of books by the same author (we'll call him Rod Serling for now, he was certainly Rod Serling-like), was a trick! the seven of us (we'll call it seven of us) searched high and low, but it was *I* who discovered he'd written one of the books under a pseudonym (again I blame Zendom for eating my brain) and I was able to identify him by style...
You'd think PW would be impressed. I suppose she was, to a point. it was moderately unfulfilling --
And then we got to meet this Rod Serling character, and he fell deeply in love with G. And while I felt some kind of proprietary pull over him (after all, I'd identified him by writing style alone), he and G hit it off like white on rice and began a whirlwind romance. (Understanding that for the purposes of this narrative, the role of Ernesto was played by no one) PW and I were in the basement, training her kitten. but I couldn't stop thinking about G and Mr. Serling, not even when I took him to see my shrink with me, not even when he fell in love with my (male) shrink (Obligatory Slashy Dream Moment [TM]) and he and my shrink began their own brief affair --
But it was G he wanted. He'd call for her. PW and I were in the basement. she was still unimpressed. G would have to hide: "tell him I'm not home" and we'd tell him but Mr. Serling was insistent.
At break of dream, his latest tactic was telling me that he had Emergency news for G -- her brother had some sort of hernia problem and was in the hospital but he wouldn't give me any more information until I put her on the phone.
(Since G doesn't have a brother, we were prepared to consider this a weak ploy on Mr. Serling's part)
PW lounged in a beanbag chair. The kitten rode atop the dog. Mr. Serling pursued my G with a vengeance. I ran around, answering phones. the shrink pined. And everyone was unimpressed.
