A question of some philosophical merit

Stage 1: Dreaming

Lately I've been anticipating going to sleep, because I've been missing my dreams. While at the mountains (and generally every time I travel somehwere, especially with TP) I was so exhausted by the end of the day, that I slept like a log. This might not seem like a big deal to most people, so I'll try to explain why this is a big deal for me.

For years, I was terrified of my own dreams. Not permanently, but right when I thought it safe to go to sleep, this weird fantasy would pop out of nowhere, with no relation whatsoever to the events of the previous day, or whatever, and I'd wake up in the morning sweating, rattled, sometimes crying - the whole shazzam.

Since about the beginning of this year, however, Dreamland and I seem to have found the means for reconcilliation. I'm /having fun/ in my dreams, I remember them fondly in the morning, or joyfully discard them with a "pfft". And since I've... how should I say? "Dilated" (to make a silly but rather appropriate analogy) my mind enough to welcome them instead of shunning them, they've rewarded me with ... fuzzy* experiences.

Why have I gotten into so much detail? Mostly, so that I can make an e-memory of:

- having a deja-vu while sleeping. Which is the other way around from how it usually happens. Normally, I dream something, and later it happens, and there goes my deja-vu. This time, however, I'd seen/done something while awake, and the deja-vu occured while I was asleep, talking to someone (most likely TP), and at some point digressing and announcing that I'm having a deja-vu. It was immense fun, and I woke up with a feeling of satisfaction similar to the one you get when you drink a glass of good wine, or have just finished reading a good book/manga.

- having to prepare a theatre workshop, and /dreaming/ up an exercice for said workshop. The entire night was spent in a sort of cellar (reminiscent to our very first headquarters) with 6 people whose faces I couldn't see, working out the kinks in the exercice. "The idea is good, but you need to systematize the lines"; "the pairs of participants should not be allowed to discuss each intermediate conclusion"; "what are you going to use to mark the line that runs across the floor?", etc. I am now confident that I've come up with a good exercice, though, and I can't wait to run it past the girls (doubtless, it still has some kinks I've overlooked while... whoa, it sounds weird... asleep ^_^). Needless to say, I woke up, sat up straight, and refused to get out of bed until I was sure I'd committed it all to memory. I was sleeping with my head on my desk for the entire remainder of the day. Meh.



(*fuzzy does not mean difuse - rather, in my own special vocabulary, "warm and fluffy and to be fondly remembered, or at least that which makes a funny story to go with a beer ")


Stage 2: Translating with Dad

Work is fun, apart from the bucket-loads of spare time that I have, because sometimes dad calls me in to help himn with an e-mail or offer. The offers are formal affairs, and no fuss is made over them. E-mails, however, are a fun event which could probably be likened to a family outing - we laugh over them, they give us reasons to dive into easy banter, and we part with a smile on our faces (how sad, right? that we're bonding over e-mails? Wartsheep Clan FTW).

For the longest time, I suspected my dad of having pawned off his sense of humour (or something). Last month, however, the more-or-less following exchange took place:

Dad: Cum inchei mailul?
Lemming: Pai, il cunosti pe nenea, deci baga un "Best regards".
D: "Bine. Nu e bine. Mai vreau sa ii mai zic ceva"
L: "Nu-i nimic, ca poti sa mai adaugi. Zi ce vrei sa-i zici"
[insert boring lingo]
L:"Altceva?"
D:"Da: sa ma lase in pizda mamii in pace"
L:"'Lastly, please leave me in peace in my mother's womb'"

We laughed. It was... surprisingly natural.


Stage 3: Dumbledore's love life

A conversation that took place in Laptarie between the world's first two talking lemmings (TP and myself, in other words) was debating the specifics of Dumbledore's sexual orientation: SEME or UKE?

Things got pretty heated. Usually, I take up the flag of the "point of view other than TP's" for the simple reason that I love our debates (yay for having someone intelligent to argue with!), but this time I trully believed what I was claiming: that Dumbledore was the seme.

I realize I'm getting ahead of myself, but I suppose there's no other possibility to entertain to begin with - the relationship discussed was dumbledoreXgrindelwald. TP was claiming that Grindel was the seme, that he was more impetuous, more manipulative, and therefore would have naturally taken control. I claimed - and still do - that just because the Dumbledore we know is wise, soft-mannered and the "behind-the-scenes", "eminence grise" sort of thingie, that doesn't necessarily make him "the pillow-biter" (TP tm). And my strongest argument was that, in this situation, Dumbledore was much more manipulative.

In the end, the conclusion was left hanging in the poplar tree (stupid name for a plop, really) - no matter how valid my arguments, neither of us could envisage a submissive Grindelwald. Damn it, defeated by fiction!