Dream journal. Also thud.

[kiya]

Let's see how much of this I remember at this point. Two-parter, one first person, one third, though with the same setting and continuity, just different plots.

First part, setting: an airport bookstore. But not your normal airport bookstore, this was a two-story jobbie with actual selection, set into the curve of a terminal (big curving glass walls; the stairs went along one arc of them. Don't remember if there were curvy escalators, that would have been cool, if rather technically implausible).

So I was puttering around the bookstore looking for something to read. For some reason, papersky and zorinth were there. I found something of papersky's (green narrow hardcover) with a blurb on it about Jungian archetypes (I think it was saying that it didn't have them) and was awfully amused for some reason, and so I went and showed it to her.

As I was going to put the thing back, I wound up wondering why I was looking at fiction in the first place, since I'm not reading fiction these days, as evidenced by the fact that I haven't done my first-reading for rysmiel. This was an obvious continuity glitch in my reality, but not enough of one to make me realise it was a dream -- I spent some time trying to figure out why I was reading fiction when I wasn't reading fiction. Rattle rattle rattle.

Somewhere in the perplexity it flipped from first to third and the I-character became someone who had managed to escape from faerie into the airport (because airports are liminal areas and thus have access to Under The Hill). For some reason, though, I/she couldn't get further out than the airport on her own, so was kicking around the bookstore, mostly, until a few people (led by people who strongly resembled Mike Paskowitz and Jordan Hirsch, for those people who were in high school with me) managed to bust her out of the airport and flee into the countryside. There were hints that the wrath of the fair folk would be upon us and that this would result in some sort of plotline, which is what had me waking up and intending to remember this in case it comes in handy sometime.

So into the plot bucket we go.


320 words today. Not much progress, but some.