07-31-2005, 12:01 AM
ReRavel:
You live in hell and you're the boss.
Crow:
Nah, that's silly. I don't live in hell. And I'm not a boss of anyone or anything!
ReRavel:
That makes you _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
Crow:
Clueless?
ReRavel:
All because you pay nothing,
Crow:
Huh? Pay who what where? For what?
ReRavel:
want everything for free,
Crow:
I don't think I've said anything that would lead anyone to that impression.
ReRavel:
that's how the nightmare is created, by you inventing a world with no energy, no life in it, the desert at the best.
Crow:
But I'm not inventing a world. Telling stories, describing experiences... How is this 'inventing a world'?
ReRavel:
Nightmares come from envy, like Lonewolf's that fliers want to eat him. . . . that's how the nightmares are made, by you hunting for free energy. . . . and it doesn't exist.
Crow:
I haven't any 'nightmares'. I'm not 'hunting for free energy'. I don't envy.
ReRavel:
Anyway, it was your dream, 'host of a party', just a week ago,
Crow:
Oh sure, so long as I'm here I'll probably joke around about all that. If a party forms, I'm sure it'll be delightful. I can't see how one can form otherwise, not any party I'm party to...
ReRavel:
but I guess you don't do anything with your dreams, just respect them.
Crow:
Well, as you must know already, this dreaming up don Juan business was the catalyst which changed my life. Yet perhaps it was changing already anyhow? Maybe my marriage was doomed, even without this sideshow. And lots of marriages fail these days; there's nothing amazing or new and wonderful there...
What do you do with your dreams?
What a strange question!
You live in hell and you're the boss.
Crow:
Nah, that's silly. I don't live in hell. And I'm not a boss of anyone or anything!
ReRavel:
That makes you _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
Crow:
Clueless?
ReRavel:
All because you pay nothing,
Crow:
Huh? Pay who what where? For what?
ReRavel:
want everything for free,
Crow:
I don't think I've said anything that would lead anyone to that impression.
ReRavel:
that's how the nightmare is created, by you inventing a world with no energy, no life in it, the desert at the best.
Crow:
But I'm not inventing a world. Telling stories, describing experiences... How is this 'inventing a world'?
ReRavel:
Nightmares come from envy, like Lonewolf's that fliers want to eat him. . . . that's how the nightmares are made, by you hunting for free energy. . . . and it doesn't exist.
Crow:
I haven't any 'nightmares'. I'm not 'hunting for free energy'. I don't envy.
ReRavel:
Anyway, it was your dream, 'host of a party', just a week ago,
Crow:
Oh sure, so long as I'm here I'll probably joke around about all that. If a party forms, I'm sure it'll be delightful. I can't see how one can form otherwise, not any party I'm party to...
ReRavel:
but I guess you don't do anything with your dreams, just respect them.
Crow:
Well, as you must know already, this dreaming up don Juan business was the catalyst which changed my life. Yet perhaps it was changing already anyhow? Maybe my marriage was doomed, even without this sideshow. And lots of marriages fail these days; there's nothing amazing or new and wonderful there...
What do you do with your dreams?
What a strange question!