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It's a really old drabble, from the fall of 2007, but I don't think I ever posted it. I found it today in a notebook from back then. It looks like I never posted it here and I doubt I posted it in the community where I found the prompt, which was "water".

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Joe watched the waves rolling through the sound and thought about water. Water poured over his head as an infant, a symbol of life and faith. Filthy, stagnant water where he lay legless and dying till a friend came back from the dead to carry him to safety and offer him a new chance at life. A river in another county where another friend was living in a converted barge. Were they friends still? It was past time he found out. He levered himself off the bench and set off for the bar, finally ready to travel on to Paris.

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The political and governmental situation is eating my brain and will continue to because I no longer have the luxury of living in a politic-free zone. I hate it. (At least I didn't vote for our resident wanna-be dictator.) I always loved writing drabbles. Maybe I should start doing them again on a regular basis to help relax. That and cross stitch.

I haven't talked about Leonard Nimoy's death to anyone in "real life", except to mention it to a friend at work and to my husband, both of whom thought it was sad, but that's it. I don't know how to express to people outside fandom why his death makes me sad for more than just a few minutes or how a character he played almost 50 years ago has meant so much to me since I was 13. Inside fandom, I don't have to. Fans get it. Even if they're not Star Trek fans, they still get it. Thank you, Leonard Nimoy, for making my teen years better and for giving me such enjoyment all my life, and thank you fandom for getting it.

First Rose, now Donna! I'm beginning to think being a Companion really isn't good for a woman. (Except, I guess, Martha - and she left voluntarily.) Now I'm getting a little worried about Amy. That ending just - that's just heartbreaking. This time, I didn't even feel bad for the Doctor. I think I was supposed to, but I really couldn't.

(Happy about Rose and 10.5 though.)

Ok, I feel a little bad for the Doctor.

Maybe I ought to watch the final episode of Due South sometime this week. Now that's a happy ending!

Skeevy bow-tie guy telling Martha's mother "there are things you should know" about the Doctor and whispering in her ear. This can't be good.

I forgot to mention that before I started watching Doctor Who, I finally gave in and watched Glee. Season One was available for streaming on Netflix, so one Saturday I decided to watch the first episode just to see what all the fuss was over. Sunday evening, I finished Season One, paid for streaming the first few Season Two eps at Amazon.com, then discovered Hulu Prime and sprang for it. Got caught up over the next week and have been watching each new episode on Hulu on Wednesday morning. I even, heaven help me, bought the Glee Encore! dvd. And watched it immediately upon its arrival.

In the course of a month, I've gone from having no shows I watch regularly (Lost and Ugly Betty were my two must-sees and they both ended last year) to having two (Glee and Doctor Who), most likely three (because I've seen a few eps of White Collar and like what I've seen), and possibly four if I can get caught up with Fringe over the summer. It's a mixed blessing, let me tell you! I always like not being tied to a tv schedule. But when I get hooked on a show, I am definitely hooked. Since we don't have a DVR (and I'm not even sure I could hook up the VCR anymore, plus I'm not buying tapes), I could easily be tied to the tv schedule. Thank goodness for the Internet! It's definitely made watching current tv shows a whole lot easier.

In fact, not being tied to the tv schedule is how I could tell that, while I like Supernatural, I was never hooked on it. This season, I even kept forgetting it was on. Then again, I'm one of the six or so people that actually liked Season One best. I know it was monster-of-the-week, but in a cool way, like Kolchak.

Yeah, I know, that wasn't really the title - but what a cool title it would've been! Finally up to series 6. River Song's revelation was so sad. So far, I've enjoyed every episode I've seen, some more than others. Rory is growing on me - the whole coming back as a Roman thing was very cool. Loved seeing Liz Ten again, but it wasn't nearly long enough. The Christmas special was also good.

Doctor Who reminds me of Xena and Highlander, in that while it has the capacity to be cheesy, it isn't. The characters quickly become people you care about, not just figures you watch on a tv screen, and the episodes can be very funny or break your heart - sometimes in the same ep. (And I still want Xena and Liz Ten to meet. *g*)

I keep wondering about the Doctor's statement to Amy back near the beginning of series 5 that she should remember the Daleks and if they'll ever elaborate on that.

I do have reservations ( cutting because of spoilers for the current season and I don't like spoiling current seasons )

One of the things I like best is that, while Matt Smith may be under 30, the Doctor clearly isn't (even though he might look it).

Just finished episode 7. I'm not going to be a Rory fan. So far I don't see the point of him - he and Amy have no chemistry and she didn't convince me that he's the one she really wants. Yes, in the dream world she did, but back in reality - she wasn't selling it. It could be just because she and the Doctor have so much chemistry that any other relationship she's in seems just - I don't know. Flat. Ho-hum. I don't necessarily mean that I think she and the Doctor should have a romantic or sexual relationship - I'm not sure that would work, really. But what they do have is so real and vibrant that what she has with Rory just seems - yawn. (Or maybe it really is Rory - so far, there's not much about the character I like. Nothing I dislike. He just doesn't impress me one way or the other.)

The aliens disguised as old folks were very cool, though!

I'm madly in love with Liz X.

That's all.

Awhile ago, I commented on debris4spike's journal so I could do this meme, then didn't get to it - so, rather belatedly, here it is. If you want to play too, let me know in comments - I'll pick up to three fandoms from your interests list - you fill in the answers.

These are the fandoms debris4spike chose for me:

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I always dream in color - I don't recall ever having a dream in black and white.

I'm glad I was diagnosed with sleep apnea in the spring. Not glad I have it, mind you - I'd much rather sleep without a mask! - but it's amazing to feel well-rested after so suffering from very poor sleep for so long. I'm still not a great sleeper - still wake up too soon almost every night - but the quality of sleep is so much better. I don't fall asleep at work anymore, which is a huge plus!

But (isn't there always a "but"?) I don't dream as much as I used to. Before the bi-pap machine, I went almost immediately into R.E.M. sleep and it seemed like I never hit another level of sleep all night long. It seemed like I dreamed all night, every night, very involved dreams with plot and lots of details. Not so much anymore. Of course I still dream every night, but they don't seem to be as frequent or as vivid. (And I haven't had a story-dream or fannish dream in ages. I once had a dream in which Buffy was taking a science fiction lit class in college and had to read I Am Legend. She, of course, hated the book and Spike thought it was funny that she had to read it.) I miss it. Not enough to quit using my bi-pap machine, though.

This is a dream I had back in 2004 and wrote down. It was verging on nightmare when I woke and even though I only wrote it down a month later from notes I'd made after I woke, I can still recall how it felt. I've often wished there was a way we could let other people experience our dreams themselves.

This is what I wrote when I got around to writing it down: "I remember being in Scotland, pulling small stones out of the cold, clear North Sea.* There were other people there - Star Trek characters, maybe? Dr. McCoy? Anyway, it was dark and clear and we found a sign planted in the sand which said, 'Hell Waits'. A strong wind came up and the sea began to rise. I know all kinds of creepy and evil things happened. I wish I could remember what, but I don't. We all fought and won, then one night I was walking on the shore, pulling small stones out of the North Sea and I came upon the sign once again: 'Hell Waits'. I ran, calling for (who was it?), then woke up with that awful prickly feeling on the back of my neck."

I still think about that one once in awhile and wish I could remember the details. Even though it really was creepy! And actually, a little hopeless, what with having won the battle, then everything starting all over again exactly as it had happened before.

*I've never seen the North Sea. I know it's cold but have no idea if it's clear. In my dream it was though - truly clear, like an unpolluted stream.

Do you dream in color? Plots and stories or just disjointed images? Fannish dreams?