I had the most bizarre dream the other night.
Mithalwen and I were discussing Jane Austen and Anthony Trollope heroines and trying to decide which one would make a good Arwen, Galadriel, etc. We bogged down over agreement on whether Miss Bates would make a good Ioreth. In fact, things got so heated that, erm, *cough*, a mud wrestling exchange broke out. At the loud and boisterous sounds of BDers hooting and hollaring their raucous cheering for various sides, I woke up!
Even more bizarre, when I checked out this thread, I find
Celuien's dream:
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Originally Posted by Celuien
Here's a weird dream...
I was back in the high school I attended in 11th grade. BW and SpM were two of the teachers. (They weren't fighting. ) I got sent by one of them (I forget which) to welcome guests to the school, who turned out to be Bethberry and Mithalwen. We went to the auditorium - inexplicably connected to the kitchen of a house I lived in 10 years ago that's actually a good 3000 miles from the HS - and listened to them give a lecture. Which I couldn't hear, and when I could hear it, I couldn't understand because it was in an unidentifiable foreign language. Other Downers (sorry, I can't remember who), were also in the audience and looked very intent on listening. At the end, everyone cheered.
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Some kind of elven osanwe?