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March 2017



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rengeek fucking silence

I dreamed about V. P. last night (to the tune of "I Dreamed About Ray Charles Last Night.*")

I dreamed that at the workshop, I had a box set of crack-spined paperbacks of a high fantasy tetralogy in blank verse and play format by Steve Brust and Patrick Nielsen Hayden, written in memoriam of Mike Ford.

The first volume was wonderful. It ended on a cliffhanger, and someone had taken the second one away somewhere!

And I'm pretty sure Patrick and Steve were avoiding me, so I couldn't ask them what happened.

It was a weird dreams night all around, but that was the best/worst one.

*Which is actually titled "Spider Web"


The first volume was wonderful. It ended on a cliffhanger, and someone had taken the second one

Oh. Oh, oh.

That's perfect and wonderful and horrible.
Hmmm. I wonder...
I hope this is my One Prophetic Dream for this lifetime.

They looked like the old black Amber box set, except the covers were tawny and gold and grey.
...I hope so too. Damn.
When I get to Dream's library, that's the shelf I am making a beeline for.
I'd explain, but I'm avoiding you.
I don't blame you. I'm gonna go find Teresa and Doyle and make them recite the whole thing.
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night . . .
I appear to have missed out on last night's issue of weird and wonderful dreams.

On the other hand, I just rode a train through East Brookfield, heading west for Chicago and Albuquerque (at which point a left turn may be in order). So who knows?
East Brookfield MA? You may not know it, but you also rode that train within a quarter mile of my house *g* Of course, I'm not there right now...
I figured I was passing near Chez Bear. Didn't know it was that close.

And, yeah, I knew you were out of town. A little bird told me so...

Is the GRD still in town? If so, I'll be sure to wave extra hard on my way back.
He is. He would like to come for a train ride, I'm sure.

(My house is on the Brookfield common, which is right up the hill from the train tracks.)
I hate that part *g*
I want to read those books. I bet everyone else does, too.