To start, I need to say thanks to all the people who listened to me bitch yesterday. The day did get considerably better when my mother offered to step in and deal with the apartment shit, drove into the city...and brought me a Wii.
So I played about an hour of Wii last night, till my arms got tired. Wow.
I got my cable hooked up, I got my keys. Everything is looking good. There are some problems with the apartment, but compared to other people's problems? It was an aggravating day, that's all.
Speaking of other people's problems, a couple people who read this journal are having real, serious problems right now and I just want to say I love them and believe in them. A lot.
When there are people I really adore in the world, when I'm in close physical proximity, I sometimes sit near them and just think, I love you, I love you, I love you and wonder if the feelings of love and happiness cross from my mind to theirs. There's something significant about doing this without saying it out loud. I'm not sure why. It may not actually do anything, but it feels like a good thing. It doesn't feel the same when I do it in front of a computer, but I'm doing it now.
In other real life news, I got to work this morning to not one, but two packages covered in Disney Princess stickers. I am now wearing a hot pink boa and a shiny tiara, but not the fifty pounds of Mardi Gras beads that liret sent me. There is little in the world as exciting as getting boxes of shinies.
I think most of you know about my wacky dream life. I don't usually "star" in my dreams unless they are about very ordinary things. My dreams are all in third-person, like watching something happening to someone else.
Last night, I had a dream about a girl named Geniver whose mother pledged herself and her young daughter to a holy/martial order when Geniver was just a little girl. They had run away from an abusive husband/father/something like that and Geniver's mother took them to this convent/abbey type thing where the child was trained with a sword and in a series of covert martial arts, similar to ninjitsu in terms of the secrecy and discipline, but it was a very sword-oriented style of fighting mainly ditated by the lopping-off-of-heads. Sort of like Highlander without the dueling or immortality, and usually they would sneak up on people from behind with these really long, whippy-bladed swords, and slash their heads off at the neck in a single circular stroke.
So anyway, at some point in the dream, which I don't remember, there was a schism between two factions of the order, and Geniver and her mother ended up on opposite sides, which culminated in Geniver's mother luring her out to an old pier supposedly to have a secret meeting between the two of them, as they were mother and daughter. In reality, it was a plot to ambush Geniver, and as soon as she greeted her mother, another member of the order came up behind her and tried to lop her head off.
Geniver leapt off the pier, but did so in such a way that those present thought she had fallen from the pier with the impact of the blow, although the woman who sliced her managed to take her right index finger.
That's where the title of this post comes from-- Geniver surfaced and immediately re-fashioned her glove to have four fingers instead of five by slicing the index and middle fingers of her glove vertically, taking out the center bits, and re-sewing them together so her gloves would keep the detailing that ran the length of the seam from the thumb to index finger.
Once she had sewn up her glove, she went to the house of an old childhood friend, Keane, to plead for a place to stay, and he let her stay in his cellar. Through their conversations (he hadn't shown up before this) I found out that Keane was two or three years older than Geniver and they had been sort-of childhood sweethearts-- both a little infatuated with the other, but Keane had always been a bit promiscuous and Geniver had always been a bit prudish and so nothing had ever happened.
Keane was a healer and he was mixing these ointments made from strawberries and this pasty white stuff, and Geniver started helping him out with those, and then there was this scene where she painted his nose with the ointment and they ended up having an ointment-fight, which led to them kissing and eventually they wound up having sex on the floor of his kitchen.
About a minute into the sex scene, Keane sort of got this worried look and backed off a little.
"Your mother would accuse me of taking advantage of you," he said to Geniver.
Geniver just gave him a look. "We've been friends for how long?" she asked. "If you were going to take advantage of me, you would have tried something a long time ago."
So, floor!sex, but floor!sex got interrupted by Geniver's mother showing up and them having to run and hide, fast.
Then, later, while they were hiding out on this weird screened-porch thing, which I don't really get how it worked but they could see out and no one could see it, Keane answered her question.
"Seven years. I was fourteen. You were twelve. You showed up at school for your first music lesso--"
"No," she interrupted. "It's been longer than that."
"I think I'd remember when I met you," he told her.
"You don't remember?" she asked.
"I was nine. They sent me to get water from the well in the village because our water was funny. It was my first time going down to the village alone. The village boys all started picking on me, except for you. You scared the rest of them away. I worshipped you, and I didn't know who you were for three years. I always thought you knew it was me."
Keane looked completely and totally shocked by the revelation. "I don't remember that at all," he said.
That was when I woke up.