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Jul. 13th, 2013 11:59 pmLast night's dream:
I'm having cold feet. I'm not sure I want to marry him at all. He's a lovely guy, but I'm starting to wonder whether I actually want to marry a man at all. Sure, it's what society expects of me, but I'm questioning why I had to stop dating women. Or hanging out with women. Or seeing women anywhere at all.
When I was in my teens and early 20s, there were women everywhere. Even then, I knew that eventually I'd stop seeing all these ladies and settle down and get married to another man, that's just what you do. But why? And where did all those women go? Nobody knows and my fiance thinks I'm mad even to ask.
I descend into the Underworld, holding my scary lantern before me. There are many stairs and many ladders, but no dangers that I recall.
Suddenly, I'm climbing up instead of down and I emerge into the cool evening. The city is abustle and women walk everywhere hand in hand. One stops, hands me a yellow paper flower and says "Ace beard, man"
I'm having cold feet. I'm not sure I want to marry him at all. He's a lovely guy, but I'm starting to wonder whether I actually want to marry a man at all. Sure, it's what society expects of me, but I'm questioning why I had to stop dating women. Or hanging out with women. Or seeing women anywhere at all.
When I was in my teens and early 20s, there were women everywhere. Even then, I knew that eventually I'd stop seeing all these ladies and settle down and get married to another man, that's just what you do. But why? And where did all those women go? Nobody knows and my fiance thinks I'm mad even to ask.
I descend into the Underworld, holding my scary lantern before me. There are many stairs and many ladders, but no dangers that I recall.
Suddenly, I'm climbing up instead of down and I emerge into the cool evening. The city is abustle and women walk everywhere hand in hand. One stops, hands me a yellow paper flower and says "Ace beard, man"