Damien settles against me in a more comfortable manner, and I notice the sleeves of the suit jacket and shirt disappear. With a smile, I let my voluminous gown shimmer and fade into something (http://www.promdressesonlineshop.co.uk/select-by-type/sheathcolumn-sweetheart-dark-green-bow-beading-taffeta-shortmini-prom-dress-p-3219.html) that allows for a bit more physical contact. I count my blessings that I have Rose and Kent to be able to hug and hold. Damien has been on this side for over a year now... it must get lonely.
Damien takes Hir time to respond when I talk about going to the Carnival's management.
"From the way some of the Carnies dream about them I might guess they are a little like your ex-husband."
I turn in Damien's arms to look up into hir eyes. "Are you kidding me?" The look tells me ze are not. "For the love of everything... I can barely get a straight answer about anything out of him, and now I've a plural like him to deal with... fuck my life. Sideways." I add for good measure, groaning and running a hand through my hair.
Damien confirms that some of the dreams are run of the mill, but some are not.
"But more are like wandering into a maze of tents where you lose important things to the inhabitants until you have nothing left and then are forced to join them. Some dreamers are even more creative than that."
Chew on my bottom lip as I mull it over, and nod slowly. "Of course, some of it may be regular anxiety and stress, just now with a new back-drop..." I ponder aloud. "Wonder of some of those people worried about joining them are previous carnival family." I don't ask Damien to tell me names, never do. Dreams are personal, so I only ever talk about people in the general community sense. If there is something specific I should know, I would hope Damien would tell me.
"I think the biggest question I have in front of me is this; is the Carnival working with my ex-husband... or do they have a agenda all their own?"
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Damien takes Hir time to respond when I talk about going to the Carnival's management.
"From the way some of the Carnies dream about them I might guess they are a little like your ex-husband."
I turn in Damien's arms to look up into hir eyes. "Are you kidding me?" The look tells me ze are not. "For the love of everything... I can barely get a straight answer about anything out of him, and now I've a plural like him to deal with... fuck my life. Sideways." I add for good measure, groaning and running a hand through my hair.
Damien confirms that some of the dreams are run of the mill, but some are not.
"But more are like wandering into a maze of tents where you lose important things to the inhabitants until you have nothing left and then are forced to join them. Some dreamers are even more creative than that."
Chew on my bottom lip as I mull it over, and nod slowly. "Of course, some of it may be regular anxiety and stress, just now with a new back-drop..." I ponder aloud. "Wonder of some of those people worried about joining them are previous carnival family." I don't ask Damien to tell me names, never do. Dreams are personal, so I only ever talk about people in the general community sense. If there is something specific I should know, I would hope Damien would tell me.
"I think the biggest question I have in front of me is this; is the Carnival working with my ex-husband... or do they have a agenda all their own?"