Feeds:Holy Saturday
Even in my dreams I get heartache; you know, a typical star-crossed lovers story. Boy gets hired by secret angency to infiltrate enemy kingdom, boy meets girls, boy learns girl is princess, boy pretends to fall for girl, girl falls for boy, boy actually falls for girl, boy reveals secret plot, girl realizes it can never be, boy and girl take soulful walk on beach near castle, boy goes home empty-handed and heartbroken. That may sound pat, but inside, I'm still saying "Oooooaaaaghh" over and over.
Analysis: Shows heavy influence by an old television show I've been rewatching recently. This show is similar to Clone High in that it's a cartoon about teenagers; it's hilariously ridiculous and ridiculously hilarious; the main character in followed around by a girl who is crazy about him, but whom he generally ignores as he chases another woman and there's a third, much shorter character who acts as confidante for both of them but is primarily comic relief; and involves a lot of historical figures in a modern setting. But in this show, the adoring girl is a beautiful princess. So there's that. Other obvious influences: Layout of castle, infiltration of same harken to long, long string of recurrent dreams, most of which focus on either getting into a labrynthine stonework building secretly, or escaping cavernous mansions without being caught. The original root of these dreams is not known.
This dream was so touching, so coherent, so full of honest clear-cut emotion, it demanded to be written down. Perhaps I could even work it into a story, but I doubt it. Too personal, and writing it out as a narrative, it must be obvious how much I, the author, am in love, and how heartbroken I am. That seems undesirable for other readers, and I lack the kind of vanity that makes me eager to do things for my own sake.
I fear there is a serious danger of sappy poetry in my future.
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