PSA and a rec

[pauraque_bk]

PSA.

A glitch has cropped up that's causing some people's LJ memories to not display.

Here's an official response: Support Request #339533

Basically, sit tight, don't try to fix it yourself, they're trying to get the thing working again. It happened to me too, and I'm not panicking yet. :)

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REC.

Clean (R) by switchknife
(I don't know if I would call this gen, but I wouldn't call it slash either. It's rated R for references to child abuse and other disturbing subject matter, but it isn't a "slash story".)

I called this short fic perfect in my initial comment, and, well... it is. This is Tom Riddle. It doesn't feel short so much as it feels dense. It's jungle-thick with imagery and allusion, doubling back on itself even as it points unerringly, inevitably to the future we know is coming for this boy. I love past-fic, and stories like 'Clean' are why.

'Father Bellamy, who he'd only meant to push, but he must have Wished too hard because Father Bellamy cracked his head against the wall and knocked the glass of wine from his desk. Quick slip of the lock and then Tom was out, panting, skidding feet to the back door and out into the garden. He hid there for many hours, thinking of the red drip of wine onto Bellamy's fingers and the red stain of Bellamy's blood on the wall, thinking what now is he dead not red at all not red...'

Don't forget the feedback.

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I had a series of dreams last night where various things were on fire, including the grocery store across from me, and the garbage can at work. As usual, I knew I was dreaming, and it seemed like an odd topic. Eventually it occurred to me that something might be on fire in real life, so I woke myself up, but nothing was amiss.

Comments

[switchknife.livejournal.com]

*clings to Eo*

Oh. Oh my. You just.

The. The WORDS you use. All right, okay, this was a rec, not foreplay. But. Oh my God.

*quivers*

Um. Thank you.

[switchknife.livejournal.com]

And you're a lucid dreamer, just like me! <3

[pauraque]

You are most welcome. I had trouble putting into words why that fic so completely blew me away, so I'm glad what I ended up with was... effective. :)

And hey, another lucid dreamer! Did you teach yourself to do it, or are you a natural? I taught myself out of a book when I was a kid, and it never went away (not that I'd want it to).

[switchknife.livejournal.com]

Natural! I started dreaming lucidly all of a sudden in my teens, most likely because of an intense desire to control, er, certain proceedings. Um.

[pauraque]

Hee! I was working on interpreting my dreams, actually, and the book I was reading had a chapter on techniques to develop lucid dreaming as a means of controlling nightmares.

I can control what I dream, but I rarely do. My dream-self is very lazy. Altering a dream in progress takes effort; it's easier to sit back and go, "Eh, it's a dream, I'll just ignore it." If I *really* don't like what's going on, I'm more likely to wake myself up than bother to think of improvements.

Another amusing side-effect is that I rarely oversleep, because eventually I'll start thinking, "Hm, I've been asleep for a while, I wonder if I remembered to set the alarm? Maybe I should wake up and check what time it is."

Ah me, I'm silly.

[pauraque]

(And yes, I am ridiculously Ravenclaw. Bothersome dreams? Get a book!)