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Fermius Firefly

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

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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.

Saturday, September 08, 2012

Garden Party

Garden Party

I dreamed that I had just gotten home from work when several of my friends showed up carrying grocery bags and charcoal and picnic hampers. I asked what was going on and they said they had come for my garden party. Well, I was a little shocked by this, since my garden is more than a little neglected these days. 

As more and more people showed up, however, they kept moving the potted plants around and were pushing back the various piles of debris, including completely raking up the long dead grasses. By the time I’d set up the grill and got the bratwurst going, the yard actually looked pretty good.

I handed the cooking chores over to JH and CC. Out front was MA and his wife Z, neither of whom I've seen in at least ten years. They've been pretty busy raising a family, which I assumed was the two young couples and their little ones tagging along behind. I was pretty sure I'd run out of space for everyone, but they went right around back. I greeted another long time friend who's been on the east coast for years, he was in a costume, the shirt of which was pretty much just like the silver and charcoal sleeved shirt I was wearing. I had no idea what movie it was from, but apparently it was the standard outfit of a certain sort of robot butler. We went inside and robot buttled for a few minutes, getting the various empties out into the recycle bins, and getting a couple of comments abut how people didn't know it was a costume party. “it isn't,” I assured them, then went out to see how crowded the back yard was.

The yard wasn't crowded at all, because somehow the hill was gone, and in its place was a rolling green yard with an old wagon just beyond a pool at the end of the property. I visited with folks, all of whom had plenty of room to walk, sit or mingle, until the party died down.

I rocked gently in my re-upholstered sleepy chair, reassured by the familiar click of the all metal mechanism underneath. I rocked almost imperceptibly, soaking in the sublime moment; glad for my recent company, and equally glad for their even more recent absence.

The moon was coming up behind me, quite full, and I could see my shadow stretching out towards the “l” shaped pool of water that hugged an antique but lovingly restored wagon. Silvery moonlight illuminated the pool and reflected off its still surface to perfectly illuminate the now monochrome wagon, making it glow against the darkness beyond. I thought about going in to get my camera, but decided I could do that another night.

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