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Mar. 26th, 2011 08:13 amThis morning, I woke up in the middle of a dream about being lost in an airport. I had ten minutes to get from gate to gate and the plane was going to leave and the airport had wholly inadequate signage and everyone was terribly unhelpful. Also, turned out that my gate was upstairs and the only way to get there was a staircase hidden in the back of a clothing shop.
I am not filled with lingering dread, though, because I know myself pretty well and am aware that, if I were flying by myself and had to change planes, I would have looked up my arrival and departure gates and probably drawn myself a little map with detailed instructions of the route between them. Yes, even if they were only a few gates apart. Because that is one area in which my paranoia is actually kind of helpful.
I also, and this has nothing to do with airports at all, woke up with the creepy planting rhyme from The Ceremonies* running through my head. Which happens a lot - it's one of those things that stick in your brain and pop out at unexpected intervals. In the years between losing my first copy of that book and finding a second, that was about all I remembered from it, but every once in a while I'd finding myself walking around muttering "Scramble thee, scratch thee, jellycorn hill." It's been a while since I've read that book. Maybe I should dig my copy out from wherever I've hidden it.
"Fly thee, fleet thee, jellycorn hill.
If mole don't eat thee, I will."
It's an odd combination to wake up to, though, really.
*Have you read The Ceremonies? It is the only novel by T E D Klein and I think it's awesome. It has insular religious communities and creepy planting rhymes and occult rituals and sacrifices and graduate students studying Gothic horror (so, y'know, if you wanted a handy bibliography...). Do you like Arthur Machen? Then maybe you should try The Ceremonies.
If you haven't read Arthur Machen, you should probably do that first. Here is The White People and here is The Great God Pan. Have fun.
I am not filled with lingering dread, though, because I know myself pretty well and am aware that, if I were flying by myself and had to change planes, I would have looked up my arrival and departure gates and probably drawn myself a little map with detailed instructions of the route between them. Yes, even if they were only a few gates apart. Because that is one area in which my paranoia is actually kind of helpful.
I also, and this has nothing to do with airports at all, woke up with the creepy planting rhyme from The Ceremonies* running through my head. Which happens a lot - it's one of those things that stick in your brain and pop out at unexpected intervals. In the years between losing my first copy of that book and finding a second, that was about all I remembered from it, but every once in a while I'd finding myself walking around muttering "Scramble thee, scratch thee, jellycorn hill." It's been a while since I've read that book. Maybe I should dig my copy out from wherever I've hidden it.
"Fly thee, fleet thee, jellycorn hill.
If mole don't eat thee, I will."
It's an odd combination to wake up to, though, really.
*Have you read The Ceremonies? It is the only novel by T E D Klein and I think it's awesome. It has insular religious communities and creepy planting rhymes and occult rituals and sacrifices and graduate students studying Gothic horror (so, y'know, if you wanted a handy bibliography...). Do you like Arthur Machen? Then maybe you should try The Ceremonies.
If you haven't read Arthur Machen, you should probably do that first. Here is The White People and here is The Great God Pan. Have fun.
