O my chevalier!
Nov. 3rd, 2012 08:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSo I dreamed that a Don Quixote-type figure rode a mechanical horse into the bowl of a fountain, mightily breasting the waters. Can haz steampunk dreaming now?
And then we spoke to him and he was melancholy, and could not understand how the herb rue was infused into his tea. Was it perhaps, we suggested, in the dry leaves? He brightened! It must be so! Or, we mused, in the cruet? But no, he would not have it so. The leaves it must be.
And then I was awake after, and it occurred to me that he was totally a chevalier, which is a word I have neither seen nor heard in English since I was a child: to the point where I worried that in fact what I had met as a child was the French chevalier, and I'd just misread it as an English word and mispronounced it thereafter until it faded from my own vocabulary on account of No One Says That, Ever. But I don't think so. I may have picked it up from TV, but I swear people used it back in the '60s, for a noble knightly type...
*doubts self*
In other dreamings, I dreamed I was on a hill in Newcastle and we saw a rocket rise, slim and white and fiery; and then it opened out into an Osprey, but its shell-casing fell back and destroyed a street of houses, but disappointingly not my own. I took photographs and everything.
And then we spoke to him and he was melancholy, and could not understand how the herb rue was infused into his tea. Was it perhaps, we suggested, in the dry leaves? He brightened! It must be so! Or, we mused, in the cruet? But no, he would not have it so. The leaves it must be.
And then I was awake after, and it occurred to me that he was totally a chevalier, which is a word I have neither seen nor heard in English since I was a child: to the point where I worried that in fact what I had met as a child was the French chevalier, and I'd just misread it as an English word and mispronounced it thereafter until it faded from my own vocabulary on account of No One Says That, Ever. But I don't think so. I may have picked it up from TV, but I swear people used it back in the '60s, for a noble knightly type...
*doubts self*
In other dreamings, I dreamed I was on a hill in Newcastle and we saw a rocket rise, slim and white and fiery; and then it opened out into an Osprey, but its shell-casing fell back and destroyed a street of houses, but disappointingly not my own. I took photographs and everything.