HartLeap of Celeste
Jan. 31st, 2022 10:04 pmI've been sleeping restlessly lately, and not remembering many of my dreams. I do recall the tag end of last night's dream. Richard Dean Anderson and I had guest bits in a TV series. We were sitting on the sidelines of the set, waiting for our scenes to come up, and chatting comfortably, like old friends, or at least familiar acquaintances. Apparently we had done this before. I was not an actor. I was some kind of special guest expert. At one point, I kept falling off my chair, probably because I was partially waking up and realizing that I wasn't really vertical. I said, "I swear I haven't been drinking! Not one drop!" I'm not sure RDA believed me, but he laughed and gave me an arm up in a very non-judgmental way. He was neither the handsome star of Stargate days, nor the puffy recluse of today, but something in between--a bit thicker and more grizzled, but still nice-looking for his (or our) age. I wished him a happy birthday, and he said "Backatcha!" We do, in fact, share a birthday, though I have never called this to his attention, seeing as how in the real world I've never set eyes on the man.
Earlier in the night, I'd had what is a recurring dream experience of being selected for a long voyage to a new world, on a spaceship that can never return. I usually feel that I don't want to go, because I could never come back. Last night, I wasn't sure if that happened in the dream reality, or just on the dream TV show. I was saying to RDA that I didn't think I could go on such an expedition, because I would always be missing the world that I came from. I said it was a problem for me even when moving from one state to another. He replied with an interesting discourse on how, around the time of World War II, people started traveling by train more, and seeing different parts of the country. They developed an identification with the nation as a whole, not just their own region or state. Thus the development of the US as a true nation-state was the result of the railroads. I highly doubt this is true, but it sounded convincing at the time. Podcast: Social History with Richard Dean Anderson, on the set of "Starfarers All."
Real life was not that interesting. I had a long chat with Queenie, in which we kept trying to move to cheerful topics, then veering inexorably back to the dark side. I worked on the adventures of Dejah Thoris a little. I cooked more vegetables. I wanted to go out for a walk, but it got dark too early. So I was doing a little indoor, covid-era exercise, when I got a phone call from a friend who was in my old writers group and is also an editor. Like Dream-RDA, he wished me a happy birthday. He also had a great idea for selling an unpublished story as a collaboration. It would have been great, but the deadline for submissions was today, and the story was less than half the minimum length. We agreed we could not produce the required wordage in an artistic manner within the allotted time. Too bad--it was a fun notion while it lasted. Anyway, it was nice to talk to him.
Earlier in the night, I'd had what is a recurring dream experience of being selected for a long voyage to a new world, on a spaceship that can never return. I usually feel that I don't want to go, because I could never come back. Last night, I wasn't sure if that happened in the dream reality, or just on the dream TV show. I was saying to RDA that I didn't think I could go on such an expedition, because I would always be missing the world that I came from. I said it was a problem for me even when moving from one state to another. He replied with an interesting discourse on how, around the time of World War II, people started traveling by train more, and seeing different parts of the country. They developed an identification with the nation as a whole, not just their own region or state. Thus the development of the US as a true nation-state was the result of the railroads. I highly doubt this is true, but it sounded convincing at the time. Podcast: Social History with Richard Dean Anderson, on the set of "Starfarers All."
Real life was not that interesting. I had a long chat with Queenie, in which we kept trying to move to cheerful topics, then veering inexorably back to the dark side. I worked on the adventures of Dejah Thoris a little. I cooked more vegetables. I wanted to go out for a walk, but it got dark too early. So I was doing a little indoor, covid-era exercise, when I got a phone call from a friend who was in my old writers group and is also an editor. Like Dream-RDA, he wished me a happy birthday. He also had a great idea for selling an unpublished story as a collaboration. It would have been great, but the deadline for submissions was today, and the story was less than half the minimum length. We agreed we could not produce the required wordage in an artistic manner within the allotted time. Too bad--it was a fun notion while it lasted. Anyway, it was nice to talk to him.
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Date: 2022-02-01 02:56 pm (UTC)