dream_lie epitome of incomprehensibility It started with gardening in a dream_garden. I don't remember much of that part, except that it felt comforting. But later, when I joined other dream-people in a conversation about gardens, I added a small lie. The words "My partner..." preceded a statement about plants. The person listening was a woman in her twenties. Later, she said, "Your wife might like this..." gesturing to a plant pot. I had three distinct thoughts. One: how will I keep up this lie? Two: does she assume I'm married just because I'm older than her? Three: It's interesting that she picked the feminine word. Normally, if people assume I'm just straight or just gay, it's usually the first. This makes sense in terms of probability, but sometimes (in real_life too) it makes me worry slightly that the reason is because my fashion is too conventional. (Behind that is a rather silly assumption. Just because queerness can be associated with gender non-conformity, it doesn't mean it makes you good or interesting at fashion. And it's not like you'll look boring just because you're straight, either.) All that, and my response is just to say I'm not married. But she remembers the "partner" thing. How will I produce one? And even if I get into a relationship between now and the next time this gardening club or whatever it is meets, how do I know it will last a long time or that the other person will even like gardening?? ... This probably goes back to the Halloween party at Aimee's - my slight feeling of left-out-ness because the six other people were arranged in couples. My lie was completely unrelated - it was that I'd watched Coraline before. I hadn't, but I did on Saturday. It has some cool animation, if you're into that. 261102 ... raze a man set down some potted plants in the back yard. he clapped his hands and scared all the squirrels away. in the aftermath, he stood on a deck this house doesn't really have. i let out a wordless scream. "that wasn't directed at you," i lied. "that was for our neighbours, who aren't very nice people." he rolled his eyes. then he decided to believe me and started talking to me like we were old friends. this segued into a commercial starring a pink cartoon seahorse. "she's very careful to rule out sex," an unseen narrator said. "but genitalia is okay." (this, i sensed, was also a lie.) 261102 what's it to you? who go blather from