July 26th, 2007

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Two dreams

I have had two dreams in three nights in the same location. Something is going on, even if I have no idea what it is.

Dream the First: Monday Night/Tuesday Morning

I was at Uncle Pat's old house, and I was walking on the ledge that separated the yard from the road. Not for fun, like I used to do--after all, the ledge was about four feet up from what I remember. This ledge led me all the way to a jail on top of a hill behind his house. The officers, one of whom was cleverly disguised as a friend from high school, were walking with me, but not on the ledge. I asked them how many books I could take with me to Azkaban.

"Books?" the non-disguised officer said, laughing. "We don't allow books here."

Then I realized that I'd be in jail during NaNoWriMo. They would let me write, right? I asked them this. "Oh, sure, we'll let you write," they told me. I woke up after this.


Dream the Second: Wednesday Night/Thursday Morning

I was at Uncle Pat's old house again. I was walking toward the pool, which was not in the back as it used to be, but at the side of the house. As I approached the pool, I noticed construction going on next to the pond. Was there a pool there, too? Or was this pool ripped out of that spot?

This pool looked just as I remembered, despite the location, except it was surrounded by trees. I was surprised that sunlight could penetrate it at all thanks to all the branches. I neared the pool, and suddenly Audrey (one of the cousins) ran toward me and jumped into the pool.

"Audrey, you still have pants and shoes on," I said. "Come in the house and we can find your bathing suit."

"Oh, she's fine," Jennifer (her mum) said, looking up from the side of the pool. I wasn't worried a bit about swimming with shoes except that it couldn't be pleasant; I just didn't want all the other kids to follow suit, plus I didn't want to watch all of them because I was conveniently here and unoccupied. They had to be around somewhere. Sure enough, all the kids ran toward me and jumped into the pool fully clothed.

They splashed around and played in the pool. Then Logan found a hammer floating in the water. He picked it up and prepared to throw.

"Don't throw that, Logan," I told him. "It's really heavy, and someone could get hurt." He threw it toward me. I ducked, and it missed by inches.

Then another of the kids (I don't remember which one) found some papers in an envelope floating in the pool. They were miraculously dry.

"Come here and I'll explain to you what insurance people do for a living," I told her. (Random, right? Well, if it's not Logan, it's a girl. We have a ton of them.) But when I actually looked at the papers, they were Agnes financial aid papers. I woke up confused as ever.


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Harry Potter and a new addiction

JKR talks more about the epilogue (spoilier warning). It doesn't answer all my questions, obviously, because at least one main character is left out of the article. I'll get a hold of the actual interview after it airs.

JKR talks about who got the reprieve and who died instead (spoiler warning, silly). I guessed the two unexpected deaths correctly, but the reprieve was totally unexpected for me.

I'm really proud of myself. I just flew through three books in three days and finished two books that I started ages ago. All this week. Oh, and read HP7. The Wedding, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time, The Optimist's Daughter, Reality Conditions (a collection of mathematical short stories), and Zero: The Biography of a Dangerous Idea (we read part of this for my FYS, and I finally finished it). My favorite of the lot? The Curious Incident. It has such a distinct voice; I felt as if the narrator were actually sitting next to me telling the story. All the math in the story (even though that wasn't the main plot) didn't hurt either.

Next on the list is Contact. We watched the movie in astronomy last spring, but I'm a good canon purist, so I just have to read the book first.

Speaking of books, I just found out about Bookcrossing. Basically, you can release books into the wild and see where they go. It reminds me of the 1000 Journals and the sequel 1001 Journals, which I never actually did, even though I really want to. I have an extra copy of DH because my copy didn't come in until nearly 2pm and I was getting impatient, so I wound up buying another copy. I think I'll release that book first instead of taking it back. I have a $5 Amazon gift certificate just for ordering the book on Amazon, anyway, and that'll probably go toward more books. You can also catch books, and there are quite a few books in Atlanta. I'll be tracking some of those down to read when I get back. Hey, at least I won't have to pack 234324 books that I have yet to read.

Actually, you know what? It would be really cool to plant a location journal somewhere in Decatur. I checked on 1001 Journals (and yes, you can still sign up, even though there are more than 1001 journals) and the closest one isn't overly close. It'd be really cool to plant a journal somewhere on campus or at Java Monkey or somewhere like that and just let people write, draw, scribble in it, release some of their own creativity where they might not otherwise.

If we do it on campus, we'd have to put it in a central location and figure out some sort of theme--something to tie us together, of course. (I've figured out the motivation behind enough projects to see how this works.) Ideally this would last a semester or however long it takes to fill it up. Now, where would be the best place to put it so everyone gets a chance to write something in it if they want to? Evans? Alston? Hm.

Looks like I've found a new addiction.