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syncategorematic) wrote2008-01-29 08:56 am
syncategorematic) wrote2008-01-29 08:56 am
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My Subconscious Reviews Siberian Hydrography
Hey, in dreams, what can frequent mention of rivers mean? (I am immediately excluding the obvious, "When you get up, you need to pee, bad" as it does not apply in this case.)
My dreams last night were completely full of the statement, "Biya goes towards Katun', Katun' races towards Biya, and together they join and form the great river Ob'. There is debate on the origin of the word Ob', but some say it stems from "obe", both, both rivers, Katun' and Biya, become one Ob'."
Which is all true. Long, long, very long ago (pre-1991) I read approximately that paragraph in a writer's account of travel in the Altai. I just have no clue as to why I need a review of it now.
It gets more fun; near waking i finally shifted from reviewing Siberian hydrographic mergers to making a t-shirt with a photo from The Phantom of the Opera on it, and writing around it in indelible marker, "In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me and speaks my name..."
No, no, no, the Siberian rivers raise their heads and correct me, it is not the Phantom of the Opera, it's the Fountain of the Opera! Water, water everywhere! (And I did type Fountain first when typing the above paragraph.)
Honestly, seriously, I didn't need to pee on waking up. Given the song about the sea I quoted in yesterday's post, I can imagine dreaming of the sea, but not of rivers.
Ob': The Opera.
My dreams last night were completely full of the statement, "Biya goes towards Katun', Katun' races towards Biya, and together they join and form the great river Ob'. There is debate on the origin of the word Ob', but some say it stems from "obe", both, both rivers, Katun' and Biya, become one Ob'."
Which is all true. Long, long, very long ago (pre-1991) I read approximately that paragraph in a writer's account of travel in the Altai. I just have no clue as to why I need a review of it now.
It gets more fun; near waking i finally shifted from reviewing Siberian hydrographic mergers to making a t-shirt with a photo from The Phantom of the Opera on it, and writing around it in indelible marker, "In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me and speaks my name..."
No, no, no, the Siberian rivers raise their heads and correct me, it is not the Phantom of the Opera, it's the Fountain of the Opera! Water, water everywhere! (And I did type Fountain first when typing the above paragraph.)
Honestly, seriously, I didn't need to pee on waking up. Given the song about the sea I quoted in yesterday's post, I can imagine dreaming of the sea, but not of rivers.
Ob': The Opera.