Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world

19-JAN-2011 05:25
Had a dream about Carrie.  The most insidious thing about it was that it wasn't romantic at all; it was just her wondering what I was up to.  She was still engaged; my unconsciousness did not deny her that.

I'm torn between writing this and remembering it, or just letting it fade.  I will take the middle ground, and just leave only that vague description for my future self.

In the swirling, curling storm of desire
Unuttered words hold fast
With reptile tongue, the lightning lashes
Towers built to last
Darkness creeps in like a thief
And offers no relief
Why are you shaking like a leaf?
Come on; come talk to me
« Peter Gabriel, "Come Talk to Me" »

Shit, I just had to check what I last wrote about.  Two back-to-back entries about Carrie, separated by over two years.  I swear, it's not like I think about her daily; I'm just trying to get back into writing things.

Seems that she disappeared without a trace
Did she ever marry old what's-his-face?
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and took a different path
I remember the face, but I can't recall the name
Now I wonder how Whatsername has been
« Green Day, "Whatsername" »

It's actually the opposite with me.  I often remember names, but cannot for the life of me remember faces.  And you are...?  Oh, right, I met you at so-and-so's, when you were with $person.

I blame this dream on my Taiwanese coworkers' love of the beer.  I have not gotten nostalgically drunk in a while.  Though, I can recall getting maudlin on New Year's Eve: told Jon that while I kick myself for going to WPI, I'm glad I went to a school close enough to hang out with him often.

And now it's 0600.  Back to bed for a bit.