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torquillA few nights ago, I dreamt I was at a festival. Think a cross between Maker Faire and RenFair... grassy areas with pavilions, events going on, and so on. I was due to be at a homemade beverages tasting soon (I had entered some root beer), but I had a little time to spare.
I was out near the back edge, and there weren't many people around there even in midafternoon. It was a pleasant little lawn, and I found myself chatting with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deyo. We were talking about all sorts of things, from the garden that mactavish tends, to dinner options, to what it was like being friends -- a little bit of substance, but quite casual, and interspersed with small talk. Some comfortable silences between.
Even in the dream, I was very pleased that I was interacting so comfortably with him; in real life, I'd love to, but as soon as I see him my brain utterly locks up and I look like a stammering idiot. I was happy that it didn't happen in the dream, and I was looking forward to finally getting to know him better -- but I had to run off to the tasting.
What was perhaps my clue that maybe it wasn't reallydeyo, despite the fact that I called him by name, was that at one point I noticed with startlement that he had a short full beard. That was almost too much for me to believe, even then.
I woke up before I got to see how well my tasting entry fared.
I was out near the back edge, and there weren't many people around there even in midafternoon. It was a pleasant little lawn, and I found myself chatting with
deyo. We were talking about all sorts of things, from the garden that mactavish tends, to dinner options, to what it was like being friends -- a little bit of substance, but quite casual, and interspersed with small talk. Some comfortable silences between.Even in the dream, I was very pleased that I was interacting so comfortably with him; in real life, I'd love to, but as soon as I see him my brain utterly locks up and I look like a stammering idiot. I was happy that it didn't happen in the dream, and I was looking forward to finally getting to know him better -- but I had to run off to the tasting.
What was perhaps my clue that maybe it wasn't really
deyo, despite the fact that I called him by name, was that at one point I noticed with startlement that he had a short full beard. That was almost too much for me to believe, even then.I woke up before I got to see how well my tasting entry fared.
