another LJ dream
Aug. 20th, 2003 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dotintheskyI must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
icymorning was sitting at the end of my bed, talking to me.
She looked tiny, like a little girl, and she wore a white dress. Her skin glowed as if sunkissed.
She said: "Sinead was right, you must follow your dreams. You have to do in life what you love the most."
And I said: "But Sinead could have meant something else. She could have meant that you must follow your dreams when you are asleep. That you must not turn away from them, no matter how frightening they might be. You must follow your dreams."
So Morgane smiled.
My mother, who was in the living room (otherwise known as Silke's bedroom) answered the phone. Morgane's father was coming over. I was frightened because I didn't know how he would react to his daughter being in a gay man's apartment. Morgane pulled the mattress underneath my bed and lay on it. I found my baby-blue duvet in the closed and covered her. She was fast asleep.
The doorbell rang and I went to answer it. I asked my mom to be by my side so we could talk to Morgane's father. He came in and we took him to the kitchen.
And I said: "She came here, she ran away, because I'm editing her novel. She feels that you don't support her... but you don't understand what a great talent she has."
Her father said: "She's only a child! She's 11 years old."
To which I replied: "You can't be serious!" I went to the kitchen counter and picked up her passport. I showed it to him: the passport said she was 21 years old.
icymorning was sitting at the end of my bed, talking to me.She looked tiny, like a little girl, and she wore a white dress. Her skin glowed as if sunkissed.
She said: "Sinead was right, you must follow your dreams. You have to do in life what you love the most."
And I said: "But Sinead could have meant something else. She could have meant that you must follow your dreams when you are asleep. That you must not turn away from them, no matter how frightening they might be. You must follow your dreams."
So Morgane smiled.
My mother, who was in the living room (otherwise known as Silke's bedroom) answered the phone. Morgane's father was coming over. I was frightened because I didn't know how he would react to his daughter being in a gay man's apartment. Morgane pulled the mattress underneath my bed and lay on it. I found my baby-blue duvet in the closed and covered her. She was fast asleep.
The doorbell rang and I went to answer it. I asked my mom to be by my side so we could talk to Morgane's father. He came in and we took him to the kitchen.
And I said: "She came here, she ran away, because I'm editing her novel. She feels that you don't support her... but you don't understand what a great talent she has."
Her father said: "She's only a child! She's 11 years old."
To which I replied: "You can't be serious!" I went to the kitchen counter and picked up her passport. I showed it to him: the passport said she was 21 years old.
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my father doesn't even know i'm writing a book ... so well. all he knows about me is that i suck at civil law.
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i keep a notebook by my bedside, and I write down what I can remember as soon as I wake up... with time, i've been able to remember more and more.