I had a strange dream last night. I was island hopping in the Caribbean. A boat took me to one port on an island, a bus to another and then a boat to the next island and so on. At least five times. All along the way, I saw people, people from my past. No-one from my present. Only people with whom I no longer have any contact. One of these people was an ex-boyfriend. As with all the others, I could see him, but he could not see me. Almost looking through me. He looked up, almost aware someone or something was there, but unable to detect me. Like I was a ghost.
I woke up bewildered and was about to ask Ian if he ever dreams about former boyfriends/girlfriends/lovers - but thought better of it. I used to let the past annoy and frustrate me, but no longer. I simply close my eyes and count to ten.
Fib Sunday, this week is brought to you by the number 69 and the letters S, H, I and T. Oh, and the inspiration is courtesy of Marc Almond and Sarah Cracknell, chiefly from the duet as heard on Marc's latest album, Stardom Road. I adore it. Essentially, it's a covers album and one of the tracks is Strangers in the night. On my first listen, I thought the recording quite self-indulgent, but rapidly, I began to see the light. Checking out the lyrics, you too, dear reader, will see that the song sung by an outragous queer like Almond turns the entire thing on its head and into an ode to trolling. Anyone who's ever cruised Hampstead Heath, by day or by night, will be able to relate, quite well, to Strangers in the night, relate to it as they've never done before.
If you don't know what Fib Sunday is, hen, or indeed, what's going on, click here for the original instructions. If Fibs don't interest you, check out this nice painting.
1) I take the topic as given in last week's final entry, write a Fib and give a new topic.
2) Your reply to the topic is in the form of a Fib in the comment section.
3) You then supply the next topic.
4) The next visitor replies with a Fib on the newly given topic and then provides a new topic and so on...
A Fib is a six line, twenty syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8. The only restriction on a Fib is that the syllable count follow the Fibonacci sequence. An example of a classic fib:
Math plus poetry yields the Fib.
Last week, FiL left us with the topic of Missing one's calling. My introspective response:
But not so much that
You'd give me up for the Priesthood.