October 14th, 2012

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To sleep, perchance to dream

There's a family of Danish nobles somewhere in one of Isak Dinesen's short stories who are, she says, champion dreamers. 'Their days were a disappointment but their nights were glorious.' Well, and so are mine on occasion. As last night, when I dreamed an A/U fanfic of my own A/U fanfic, The Garden Of Prosperpine. Alas, all that remains is the memory of Sergei roughing out an advertisement for the school he was going to claim to be running, for some devious Servis-like reason.

But then! But then! My former co-worker S turned it into an all-colour comic book! Alas again, only a page and a half, and then he had to go do other things. And the dream ended, as all my dreams do, with putting children down for their naps.