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mokie_edomI meant to get up early and go to Pagan Picnic.
Instead, I dreamt of goth F-lister![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
illusion_of_joy as a Mormon homesteader, crab-farmer, DIYer, and famous internet podcaster. Oh, and Bob Bakker lookalike. I was sent to interview him, ended up spending more time watched by his disapproving spouse joi_division as she took me in the yard to teach me to wrangle crabs in the grass, by his hillbilly parents as they asked me awkward personal questions, and by the small army of dogs that made the place a big, dirty gnawed wreck. Somehow, the interview went awry, I admitted that my biggest worry was making a poor impression on joi_division, and she and the parents finally smiled at me. His mother said, "Warm ginger ale!" and joi_division laughed, and I was welcomed inside and the marriage approved.
Marriage? What? No! Interview! Interview! I was sent to interview him!
The dreamlet ends, kid thee not, with me crying out of sheer exhausted confusion. Warm ginger ale? What the hell is going on?!
Minor point of clarification: I had a small gnattering, as I woke up, that the ginger ale had to do withjoi_division trying to impress her then-future mother-in-law, but that's probably just my slowly waking brain trying to apply logic where obviously none belongs. C'mon, crab wrangling?
Major point of explanation: I do not knowjoi_division at all. What I know of illusion_of_joy is nothing like the character in the dream. So, Seth, I apologize for dreaming you as a particularly crazy Mormon...
Instead, I dreamt of goth F-lister
illusion_of_joy as a Mormon homesteader, crab-farmer, DIYer, and famous internet podcaster. Oh, and Bob Bakker lookalike. I was sent to interview him, ended up spending more time watched by his disapproving spouse joi_division as she took me in the yard to teach me to wrangle crabs in the grass, by his hillbilly parents as they asked me awkward personal questions, and by the small army of dogs that made the place a big, dirty gnawed wreck. Somehow, the interview went awry, I admitted that my biggest worry was making a poor impression on joi_division, and she and the parents finally smiled at me. His mother said, "Warm ginger ale!" and joi_division laughed, and I was welcomed inside and the marriage approved.Marriage? What? No! Interview! Interview! I was sent to interview him!
The dreamlet ends, kid thee not, with me crying out of sheer exhausted confusion. Warm ginger ale? What the hell is going on?!
Minor point of clarification: I had a small gnattering, as I woke up, that the ginger ale had to do with
joi_division trying to impress her then-future mother-in-law, but that's probably just my slowly waking brain trying to apply logic where obviously none belongs. C'mon, crab wrangling?Major point of explanation: I do not know
joi_division at all. What I know of illusion_of_joy is nothing like the character in the dream. So, Seth, I apologize for dreaming you as a particularly crazy Mormon...
