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This morning as I drove north on Rural, my selected soundtracks saw me romping happily across long-loved stomping grounds, tickled by butterfly flutes; stalking the cautious half-light of a jungle full of corners; and engaging a gnashing mob of pig-faced little friends in a tense and whirling row wherein I clenched upon the upper hand with my teeth, shaking like a feral dog all the way, and would not let go for anything. Of course, then the Helmaroc came and abducted my dear sister, and I had to hitch a ride with an obstreperous gang of pirates to go after her....
But as the music filled the sails and swept me up and along, in the traffic to my right and somewhat ahead of me, I saw a most dichotomous pair of riders.
The woman was in front, and she rode a pink scooter. Her helmet matched. Behind her, straddling a dark motorcycle with steel-studded saddlebags, was a man dressed in black from head to toe.
The woman’s face could be se
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Sunday, October 19, 2008 (added to through Monday, November 3, 2008; edited through Friday, November 7, 2008)
I had a dream last night. Closer to this morning actually.
I believe it involved, of all things, a ward activity. But it was unlike any ward activity I had ever attended.
I was with the ******** **** Twelfth Ward, and we had all been invited to attend a banquet at the palace of an Emperor.
The road to the Emperor's palace began in the valley below. There was a quaint little town, charming, like something in the Alps. The sun shone most days, the grass was long and green or yellow-grey, and large white boulders adorned the hillsides in majestic cascades.
The road wound up from the town in the valley, into a smaller canyon toward what I believe was the north. The canyon was not very long, but it was rather steep, maybe thirty degrees from horizontal. The large, gravelly road switched back eleven times before it rea