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• Update your journal with the answers to the questions.
• Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.
Questions from ladymercury_10:
1. What's the weirdest dream you've ever had?
Oh, man. You have no idea what you're asking. I have mostly action/adventure dreams, some of them very strange. If I had to pick, this one probably qualifies:
It's somewhat faded now, but the first bit had to do with a mission, something very important, and featured cross-dimensional traveling by means of a small, representational figure or doll. Jeffery Sinclair, from Babylon 5, was the one trying to accomplish this mission. He was completely in character the whole time. (I haven't dreamed about him or anything from that fandom for something like a decade.)
I distinctly remember one of the dimension-crossing moments, when I took the little Sinclair figure out of its box and it came to life as Sinclair crossed over, and then suddenly it actually was Sinclair, in the room with me.
I'm uncertain of the precise transition between that part and the second half, but the second half is the one I could draw pictures from. My grandfather was in it. He was trying to get ahold of the pastor from his small Baptist church--an elderly man (so's my grandpa, but in the dream he was much more aware and healthy than his pastor) whom he was very worried about. Eventually we went to the church to look for him, and met up with a couple of other men who were doing the same thing we were: hunting goblins. It was cold out, snowy, and (I think) early morning--the light was cool and bluish-white. One of the men we met was young, tall, dark-haired (spiky, like he'd put gel in it); I'd recognize him if I saw him again. Name was Kyle, and he seemed very at home hunting these things.
There was a keen sense of imminent danger, of suspense.
I rarely dream about family members, especially grandparents, so it was very odd to not only dream of Sinclair, but essentially (if one draws parallels between the two halves of the dream) equate him and my grandpa as leaders fighting evil. Even weirder than putting my grandpa into a scenario which had a lot in common with the "hunters" of the Supernatural-verse.
2. If you could have dinner with three historical figures, who would they be?
C.S. Lewis, Louisa May Alcott, Madeleine L'Engle. (possibly swapping out Alcott for Jane Austen or Dorothy Sayers, depending on my mood at the time.)
...what? I am a writer, after all. :)
3. What are your five most favorite names (for fictional characters, hypothetical children, wishing to rename yourself, whatever)?
This would have been much easier to answer in my teens.
Blair (for a boy)
Sophia (NOT Sophie)
Ava/Eva (preferring the "A" spelling).
4. I've been trying, but I can't resist a Monty Python reference. As the guy who guards the bridge would say, "What is your quest?"
I have two answers for this right now. The first is the poetic metaphor at this link: A Journey In The Dark, which I wrote about 6 years ago.
The second is a quote from Robert Frost's poem "Two Tramps In Mud Time," and you can thank Madeleine L'Engle for introducing me to this bit of inspiration:
But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the future's sakes.
A lot is changing/has changed in my life recently, so I may have a new way to talk about my "quest" someday soon. But these will do for now. :)