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I've Met My Perfect Wife...

...sadly only in a dream though.

It was a really weird one too.

I was searching for this really old book and a friend of mine told me of this market somewhere in London that 'had everything'. So he took me down there one weekend and it was in this massive old Victorian building (possibly an asylum by the looks of it - but with a lot of big open rooms in). The first room we enetered had the floor covered with mashed ice and dozens of stalls selling all kinds of fish and crustaceans - many of which I didn't recognise (and I doubt were from this planet/plane).

We wandered through the halls, with me trying not to be amazed at all the weird and wonderful things on offer, until we got to a large book stall near one corner. An elderly gentlemen and his daughter were running. My friend went to speak to the older guy as I was left to rummage through the titles. His daughter (in her 20's) came and asked if I needed any help and we started talking and just seemed to really click. She was a teacher during the week and her father owned a number of businesses - including a horse farm in West London.

To cut a long story short - I got the book I wanted, we ended up seeing each other again and found that we really DID get along very well and decided that we'd try and give life a shot, and then these weird giant skeletal things tore a portal in reality and invaded Earth with me and my book being two of only a handful of things that could hold them back.

I enjoy my dreams but sometimes wonder why they can't just be fairly simple Boy Meets Girl type affairs...



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Sep. 10th, 2007 09:32 am (UTC)
So. Do you start looking for an old book market in an old Victorian asylum, or perhaps start phong around Horse Farms on the bountiful plains of West london in the hope of meeting this dream girl.

Or perhaps leave things be, the better to avoid risking the invasion of this reality of the giant skeletal things?

Personally, I think you ought to learbn to narrate your dreams aloud and record them to write them up.
Sep. 10th, 2007 09:48 am (UTC)
My very "wise man" answer to this is: You may have met your perfect wife, but were you the perfect husband?

*wry smile*

Sep. 10th, 2007 01:01 pm (UTC)
You could get really obtuse here and say that if she did not think he was the perfect husband then by default she was not the perfect wife. :-)

Then you get into a conversation of what people think they want versus what is probably best for them and whether or not they are able to accept that...

Ah perceptions and desire... makes a dish taste so sweet but can turn it sour just as quick...
Sep. 10th, 2007 01:09 pm (UTC)
and also, perfect things tend to be nice to look at for a while but are ultimately quite boring - it's our imperfections which make us great (most of the time!)
Sep. 10th, 2007 11:20 am (UTC)
How come you are having Victorian dreams and I'm not?

Maybe it just means I do nag you enough after all! :-)
Sep. 10th, 2007 12:57 pm (UTC)
I wouldn't really call it a Victorian dream. The only thing Victroian about it was the building the market was being held in.

Everything else was pretty modern or even near-future with some of the tech.

It was an odd affair - I liked :)
Sep. 10th, 2007 01:30 pm (UTC)
Sep. 10th, 2007 04:52 pm (UTC)
Angus Abranson in: 'Fairly Simple Boy Meets Girl'!
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