Author of the Queen City Boys books

no more white wine before bed

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I dreamt of a place that looked very much like where I grew up. My whole neighborhood, the city of my youth, bent to hideous dystopian proportions. Grim, darkly terrifying, very unsettling. There were giant spiders of all sorts, creeping in windows and trying to fill rooms when you weren’t looking. And I was still so young, my mom trying to protect me, even though I was about to rush off and get married. I had bodyguards to carry me through the city, until one slacked and another made a mistake and then I was alone, in a gorgeous, richly and multi colored, bejeweled, handmade wedding dress, running through the terrors of the city alone, trying to find someone to help me. Ugh. (Robbie Bunny, if you are reading this, you were one of my bodyguards in my dream, the one who tried to save me).

Earlier in the dream, before it got terrifying, I was looking around for the coffee shop that is about to open next door to me in real life. Except I was in the neighborhood I grew up in. I finally found it, behind the gas station on 10th/Broadway and Roy. It was strange. I can’t remember the last time Seattle appeared that prominently, that clearly in my dreams. It was a very specific Seattle construction, that looks a little like the city, but appears in my dreams, always in that form and often with same emotional tenor, which is full of fear, and sense of always being rushed, and loss of privacy and security. Yet it feels strangely like home, or a place I’ve known as home even if it isn’t now.

I also stayed up too late working on some coding problems and dreamt snatches of code and fleeting ideas to solve problems that I can’t grasp the tail of now that I am awake.

Author: Ajax Bell

Seattle author. Stops to smell the flowers. Amateur nerd (I wanna go pro but I haven't found anyone to pay me). Humble hippo enthusiast. queer/bi. they/them.

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