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Fermius Firefly

A Dream Log, whenever I remember the dreams I've had.

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Location: San Marcos, United States

Fermius is a pen name drawn from a series of short fiction I wrote when I published the small press magazine Stellanova (on paper.) I play RPG games to escape from my daily grind as a technology wage slave for the state of California. I eat out a lot in order to do my part in supporting our increasingly service level economy. I am butler to 2 feline masters. If you ask them they will tell you I'm not very good at it, late with dinner, don't have enough hands with brushes in them, and sometimes I even lock them out of their office.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Red Velvet Library

        The dreams of the last week have all been of a theme: N and I are twenty five years younger and 25 pounds lighter. The locations are different, the house I grew up in, Ns grandmothers cabin on the lake, a forest campsite by a burbling stream (the light was all greens and golds.) They all involved coping with some sort of life change, and they all ended with N and I entangled in naked snuggles. (So fun dreams over all.)

        This morning was the first non N dream I remember in over a week. I was transferred to a new site. The library was all wooden bookcases and dark plush carpet. The furniture was all overstuffed arm chairs and tall grey upholstered wing back chairs. The tables were all walnut polished to a high gloss. It was all very opulent. The library assistant was someone I know, but for some reason she was about six inches taller than me. (I think it was the eight inch heels.)

        She was just putting her translucent white blouse on over a lacey black demi-bra. I noticed that all of the library staff were similarly dressed. That was going to be quite the distraction, I thought. She explained that the library was closed to patrons today, and that as a special motivation, they would remove one item of clothing for every work order I completed. She turned to reveal low cut pants that showed off the top of her sheer hose and a black lace thong.

        I looked at the work order list, there were only eight items, rats.

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Monday, April 12, 2010

Hillside Restaurant, Landscaping, Green Rock

I was eating at my usual place, a white stucco Hillside restaurant with the tri level patio that overlooked the restless gray ocean. I was on the top level, back to the sea, huddled into myself against the wind off the sea at their breakfast counter. They had started serving micro-waved pastries for breakfast, they were horrible. I ended up going back to talk to the owner and asked if they still had a baker in every morning. They did, so I asked if we could go talk to him a second. I showed him how to braid the bread with butter and cinnamon sugar and suggested that if he just made a few of these every morning with different insides, they could replace their micro-waved garbage with real hand-made coffee cakes and breads. Much healthier and better tasting, as well as less expensive. The owner was amazed at the flavor the fresh coconut and raisins added. This is one of the locations in the city I have dreamed of since I was a child. Though its internal architecture is somewhat variable, it is always accessed from a hilly street on the lee of some rolling building congested hills. One has to climb up steps that switch back up the hill, protected by white-washed stucco walls with brass lamp fittings every ten feet or so, and at the corners of the landings. Once inside there is an L shaped dining room that hugs a huge counter behind which is a kitchen with two large iron stoves set onto an equally large pair of stone ovens. Heading out the short end of the L takes you down the back of the hill where there are three dining areas, the second level down being a sort of bar that is used in the morning for breakfast. And in the evening for drinks. There is a large mirror which allows one to look out over the seething ocean and the rocks in the distance in the morning, and across the dance floor in the evening. There is a lower level, without a roof, that allows dining while exposed to the elements. It is rarely used outside of the summer season.

I dreamed I was visiting my parents house, they had changed out the landscaping of their front yard. (Frustrating, because the week before I had weeded the whole front yard. As opposed to the half I did last week.) There were two tall multi-armed pines with a thick layer of dross beneath their tentacle like branches. I commented on how we really didnt need to pick up the pine needles as they would make a nice looking, as in natural, look for the front yard. I suggested putting in some large gray stones to sit on under the trees.

In the open area next to the driveway there was now a brass sculpture of a Goose and a Lion. The sculpture came to life, the goose running straight over to my mother, who hates birds but most particularly geese. It began to strike at the hem of her knee length skirt and she backed away with the others following trying to dissuade the honking animal.

I heard movement behind me, Welcome to the family, I said to what I thought would be the lion. As I turned I could see that it was not a lion, but some great ape with a white and tan mane surrounding its very intelligent face. As he walked by me I rubbed shoulders with him. His fur was thick and soft while somehow managing to be thick. This was no ape I had ever seen before. My family was slowly backing up towards the open front door of the house.

Stop backing up and say hello. I told them. The great ape stopped at the curved edge of the driveway and sat back on his haunches. I stepped next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He was relaxed and not preparing to run or fight. I knew that might change in an instant, but for the moment he was at peace. The ape uttered some stuttering syllables I could not understand and the goose turned back into bronze.

There was a third short adventure this morning, but I cannot now recall anything but the sound of running water and the need to climb to the top of a green and black rain slicked rock the size of a house.

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Friday, April 02, 2010

Camping in the Rain

        I dreamed I was camping with MS and GR, again. We were at some sort of event, but not a Ren-Faire. We had to do some work on the shop buildings for our Adventure Camp and while we were working the rain started. I raced back to our campsite to cover everything with plastic. I had a twenty foot wide roll on a four foot diameter roll, so was able to roll out enough plastic to cover everyones camp site. I ended up with about three foot of the roll left over.

        I did crawl back under the plastic to lift up the center so the water ran off rather than collected. I noticed I had a new sleeping bag.

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