Postscript to the previous posting; sorry, no cut.

2230, Thursday: after calling V's cell and getting her voicemail, then discovering I've returned too late to the Off-Broadway to meet them there, I put Plan B into effect and go to lisa_bee's room for SR, assuming that emilymorgan and novawolf, being the friendly sort, will have invited V and A to accompany them, and that V and A, being the venturesome sort, will have accepted. (orewashinanai had said he'd have had to leave before then, so I'd assumed he wouldn't have been in the discussion, not that I think he'd have been any less friendly or welcoming.)

2300: More serendipity ensues as I find out after I arrive that V knows lisa_bee from CTY or something, and has visited her at her place before!--discussion of the tiny size of the world ensues--and I'm pleased to find them warm, snug, and happy in her room, instead of wandering, lost and folorn, around New Haven's snowy streets.

I sit next to V and she helps me fill envelopes with Chinese New Year cards. Thanks!

0130, Friday: emilymorgan, J, holmes_iv, V, A, and I are still hanging out in lisa_bee's room; finally, after J and holmes_iv have an attack of sanity and decide they really need to go to sleep, and emilymorgan decides to seize the chance to go home when there's someone to walk with her, we finally leave lisa_bee's room so she can actually get some rest. Many thanks for hosting!

0200: I give V and A a ride to their car, parked a few blocks away, then help clear their car of snow, after which they follow me to the interstate over the treacherously slick streets. We wave to each other as we go our separate ways up the ramps.

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I think I begin to understand why people write private posts.

So, those dreams from Friday morning.

anotherjen and beowabbit among others, were trying to get to some unspecified event out in Western Massachusetts. I volunteer to drive them; the outbound trip is without incident, and I drop everyone off, but on the return alone I have a horrible accident. I see the shattered windshield before me--this memory is particularly vivid, and probably informed by one or both of the major accidents I have experienced from behind the broken glass of a smashed windshield--but curiously I feel very little emotional charge, and despite the wreckage, I feel no particular pain.

2) Abrupt fade into a car commercial; two identical sedans are speeding down a twisty mountain road, one following the other. There are the overhead and side shots one expects from a car commercial, and then, in a shocking change from the expected end of a normal advertisement, a van making a U-turn on the reverse slope of one of the hills is narrowly missed by the first car, then T-boned by the second. The collision is filmed from behind the van as it crosses the path of the car, and debris flies through the air in all directions. Fade to black screen with stark white lettering of a public service announcement to drive carefully.

3) I'm in the driver's side rear seat of a luxury sedan, with two co-workers in the front seat. We're all dressed in suits and driving through the streets of a city somewhere in the UK; this makes my rear seat the right-hand side. As one co-worker drives, we all talk business. I have no idea now what it is we're discussing but I know it's business. All seems normal, through cobblestoned streets with Victorian-era public buildings, until at some point the driver completely loses control and careens into a bus shelter, through a queue of passengers--killing or maiming a number of them)--and wrecks the car into the wall of one of the brownstone buildings. Again, I am looking out of a shattered windscreen, and I know (as one does in dreams) that my co-workers are dead. Again a fade to black, and again stark white lettering with a different slogan exhorting safe driving.

It took me a few minutes to recover from these when I woke up. I told bedfull_o_books, and she came to comfort me, but as I said and explained to her, there was remarkably little emotional charge. The rethinking was shocking, but the dream itself didn't seem to be.


( And in reality last night: )