I have personally wondered, however, around the 7th grade, whether my life was real or whether I was dreaming it and would eventually wake up. Or maybe my dreams were real and the life was fake.
One of my most vivid childhood memories is of a Passover holiday we spent at my grandmother's (the one who passed away six weeks ago). I was four years old, and my father took me to bed before the 'Seder' was over, because I nearly fell asleep at my seat. Ever since then, and for years, I couldn't shake the feeling that all that is happening to me is, in fact, part of the dream the four-year-old me is dreaming at my grandmother's, and that I can wake up at any minute from it.
Don't wake up, Nilly! We like you here.
mean I can't think of a case where head in a jar was portrayed positively in fiction
Hmm. There's probably one in Iain M Banks.
So, how 'bout that war?
(not trying to pull Fiona's chain... more like moonlit's. Where did she go? <sad face>)
I think moonlit was having connection issues.
Chain not pulled, thanks Nou.
Nou, shouldn't the question be ...
So how 'bout them weapons of mass destruction?
And yup tech hardware probs, some bios glitches, a corrupted browser thingamy, and (as I'm still paid-jobless) bugger all cash to properly fix things. I'm still working on it and hope to have most of it ironed out over the weekend. I'm able to get here in dribs and drabs but the system is pretty unstable and locks up/closes down/blue screens/etc about half a dozen times a day. Very frustrating.
I used to have a poster of that.
Or, something similar.
It seems to have vanished, though. Pwetty.
That's beautiful. I wish it would be just a little bigger so I could use it for wallpaper. I'm using NASA's earthlights picture right now.
