I had a very weird dream last night that Julian was getting married to some
girl and I thoroughly disapproved, especially as they wanted to get married
across the bar at the Inn and didn't care if it was done legally, just that
it was done in kind. She seemed quite nice - kind of a cross between Angela
and the girl in the dream a few nights ago. For some reason the party was
dispersed and we were being pursued by a number of people who wanted to do
something medical that didn't seem appealing.
The chase seems to have been set in the stylised version of Essex university
that tends to crop up in my dreams. That's the one that has a maze of pretty
hedgeways and statuettes as you approach it from Boundary Road on foot; it
also has older centre buildings but then nothing much ever happens around the
buildings so that's not of much consequence.
I do remember that this girl called me her Brother-in-law which was odd (well
it would be!) and that Julian was incredibly talkative (which isn't unnormal
but seemed it for the situation).
I have a feeling that it's partly triggered by thinking about Suzanne recently
and partly by the fact that I'm generally quite lonely and it's a 'worry' that
Julian will find someone before I do. If you see what I mean. If you're not
me then it won't make much sense and since I'm me, you're not.
I've had a little more of a chance to play with MessengerPro now. It's
actually rather nice aside from the message icons in the main window which I
don't personally like. It's certainly got a lot more features that I like
than the old version. Unless something goes seriously wrong I think I'll keep
using the new version. Fingers crossed
.
At least I've redesigned the icons to make them bareable now. The first set
I did were 'ok', but didn't show up the 'replied to' message too well, but now
they work quite well. Well, I think so.
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