• Mood: pensive
• Music: Barbra Streisand - The Way We Were (in my head)

can it be that it was all so simple then, or has time rewritten every line?

Last night (or rather, this morning, just before waking) I had one of those convoluted dreams where a lot of things are happening at once. This one had strange old women, trucks from hell, taking the bus, a picture of a room, and Mary's new boyfriend (who actually doesn't exist but in this dream was the third child of a family who actually only has two children).

Aaannyway, the part of the dream I remember most vividly was something my dream-self said to a little girl. She walked up to me and said she was nine years old. I took her hand and brought her closer and said something to the effect of "I want you to do something for me. I want you to remember this day, and remember how it feels to be nine years old, with your whole life stretching before you, not a care in the world because your parents are taking care of everything. Promise me you'll remember that."


This sounds a lot like something I said in a comment to way2 the other day. *sigh* I need to not hate being 44. But really, FUCKTempus and all its godsdamned fugit-ing.