Nov. 3rd, 2015

Dream logic

Nov. 3rd, 2015 08:14 am
sesquipedality: (Queen of Swords)
The random firing of my neurones during REM sleep, remembered due to an attack of cat.

A nondescript man with dark hair came through the doorway. "My name is Schielicke," he said. The most noticeable thing about him was a bright red rosette on his chest, which I reached out and plucked. He did not seem to mind, although I was surprised at my forwardness. In any event, there was another one underneath, as though he had anticipated and planned for its allure. I had the peculiar impression that it was rosettes all the way down.

"I'm campaigning," he announced, presumably to explain its presence.

"What for?" I replied. It only seemed polite, having relieved him of his rosette.

"Oh, nothing. I just thought it sounded like an interesting thing to do. It turned out that it wasn't, but by the time I realised that, I had got into a routine, and didn't feel as though I should disrupt it." Apparently, Schielicke drove a mobile library van from library to library because "even libraries need a bit of company sometimes".

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