I found this tucked into a notebook I use for jotting stuff down. No idea when I wrote it, but I’m pretty sure it’s one of those “I had a dream about this” notes, not an actually story:
The world has flooded. In the living lands, shallow waters and thriving sea life make and intersection of air-breather and water-breather.
We who can cross into both realms, who know the ways of walking man as well as the whale. We are an old race, a race which has forgotten more magic than men will ever learn. And so we taught our younger brethren to breathe in the waters, to swim, to navigated as much by the rhysthm of the ocean song as by the stars.
In those days, I was a young woman, and much desired. The land-men as well as my own kind had been entranced by my strength and my beauty.
In those days, I was a comfort to my aged father, and by him grew with child. The porpoise does not shun his kind for mating, so I did not shun him, and we brought comfort and beautify to each others’ lives.
But my suitor, the land-man, was hirrified when I came to him, my blue dress pulled tight across my growing belly. Angrily, he left me and, going to the sea, he killed my father and stained the oceans waves with his blood.
And so, I rejected him.
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I upgraded to Mac OSX 10.3 (Panther) last night. Yes, I know… the new version is coming out soon. I upgraded because I have a program that does not work on 10.2.8. I suspect, though, that my Clie software will now break magnificently.
Panther did not solve the problem with posting to LiveJournal, though. *sigh*
In unrelated news: I had a dream last night that I was a doctor (like on ER), and I was doing a midnight clinic out in the middle of nowhere. When we opened, there was a big rush of people, but then it slacked off, so I did some cleaning and organizing (yes, I have dreams in which I put boxes away… it sucks). I eventually realized that the number of people I had seen was nowhere near as many as had originally lined up, so I opened the door. It turned out there was a guy who was managing the line, and he hadn’t been sending people in. These people had been waiting for hours while I put boxes away. I let them all inside and started triaging. My friend Inga (who is an RN in real, awake life) called and I told her I could really use a nurse to help triage and take backgrounds on people, because it was taking me forever to figure out who to treat first. She said she’d be right over. At one point, someone asked why the guy with the gunshot wound hadn’t been taken care of, but he wasn’t there anymore, and I figured he must have died or gone home while I put the boxes away.
