The Motions

[rowyn]

I keep going through the motions. What would he say?

I found that written in a yellow paper notebook I brought with me on the bus this morning. It has no context around it. It came after the first draft of "She's Having a Baby", which I wrote in June, so I set it down recently. But I don't know what I meant. What motions? Who is he?

It sounds like the opening for a story. About a woman whose husband has died, perhaps. But that's a little too prosaic, isn't it?

And I meant something else when I wrote it, I'm sure.

But I don't know what.

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[rowyn]

I quite envy you those dreams. My subconscious is seldom so obliging. :)

Though I did have a really splendid dream last night (not, obviously, the one mentioned above). I didn't write it down because it was more like a vacation than a story -- no plot, no characters, it was just *fun*. I dreamed that Lut and I had gone to a game company to watch a demo for a game together. The "demo" was shown on a large screen, and it was a camera-eye-view of swooping at high speeds over a realistic land- and city-scape. However, though ostensibly I was "watching" this, the experience was totally immersive -- I felt like I was really in the middle of this scene, swooping low to skim over a boardwalk, then streaking upwards to glide over rooftops, and flying through a park. Including getting stuck on a tree. I could "see" Lut next to me as we went through this, and at one point I asked him, "Did you get stuck there, too?" He said yes, and that confirmed for me that we weren't really independent avatars in this thing -- we were watching the same thing, or riding along on the same person, however you wanted to look at it.

Still, it was enormously fun. :)