Dream journal 4/13/19
Apr. 13th, 2019 01:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fandomnumbergeneratorI was reading through old journals as research for my memoir, and found an instance of “peg” in a journal from 1999 (specifically my wanting to peg a girl I had a crush on) and I was like Huh, I didn’t think the word went back that far [Note: it was actually coined in 2001]
While I was caught up in thinking if about my memoir and trying to make sense of my life in my early 20s, I met a new neighbor. He told me he studied psychic plants, and I immediately knew that he was someone who would understand me and my memoir project. And I asked for his number, a little worried that he would think I was flirting with him.
There was a big street fair and a lot of people I used to know were going to be there. I felt really underdressed because everyone else was in full goth/industrial regalia. [This happened in real life a couple weeks ago at the showing of Industrial Accidents at the Brattle, though I didn’t see anyone I knew there.]
I saw the guy who studied psychic plants, and it turned out that he was actually a molecular biologist. He placed moss in different psychic environments and then analyzed them.
At the street fair, I saw two old friends of mine that I haven’t seen in 25 years. They were both much taller than I remembered and wearing leather trench coats even though it was hot out. The each gave me great big bear hug, and it was great.
While I was caught up in thinking if about my memoir and trying to make sense of my life in my early 20s, I met a new neighbor. He told me he studied psychic plants, and I immediately knew that he was someone who would understand me and my memoir project. And I asked for his number, a little worried that he would think I was flirting with him.
There was a big street fair and a lot of people I used to know were going to be there. I felt really underdressed because everyone else was in full goth/industrial regalia. [This happened in real life a couple weeks ago at the showing of Industrial Accidents at the Brattle, though I didn’t see anyone I knew there.]
I saw the guy who studied psychic plants, and it turned out that he was actually a molecular biologist. He placed moss in different psychic environments and then analyzed them.
At the street fair, I saw two old friends of mine that I haven’t seen in 25 years. They were both much taller than I remembered and wearing leather trench coats even though it was hot out. The each gave me great big bear hug, and it was great.
