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minervasoloI've lost patience with my laptop, so I'm checking livejournal from campus. Which means 'not very often'. I think it's time to start preparing to wipe my harddrive and start over.
I have my own thoughts on the muslim veils controversy, but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
apiphile manages to articulate the issue so much better than I could. While the example isn't perfect, it is a good analogy. I can understand if someone's deaf or hard of hearing, being able to see the mouth is important. But saying you /have/ to see the face to communicate is to suggest blind people can't communicate. Also, as I understand it, the teacher was allowed to go without veil among the children (up to a certain age); it was only male colleagues she feels she had to wear it in front of. Surely compromise would be putting her with a colleague who was female, rather than firing her? At this point, I tend to start spluttering about how the government has no right to get involved and tell people what they can and can't wear. Also: how "We can't go on letting these alleged terrorists wander around the country; we need to charge them and lock them up" just makes me boggle. We ought to lock people up for possibly being terrorists? Oh dear. No wonder Al Quaeda is giving us nasty looks. I'm glad I'm not Muslim, right now, but I'm embarrassed to be British.
Oh, and on a completely differentt note, our kitchen is practically finished. Just needs painting now, really.
So, I was going on a journey with my family. And while in bed one night, I spotted a large spider on the top left corner of my covers. Small body,m really long legs. And it started to explain to me about how it was my parent. And then another spider turned up, a tiny zebra striped one. This was my other parent (mother?). It had come all the way from California, and this was why I travelled a lot too. The tiny spiuder then set off home again, very quickly.
I got out of bed, and then realised that, hey, there was a spider in my bed, so I freaked a little and shook the covers to get rid of it.
They journey I was on, it turns out, was to dance camp. I was excited, because DCE is now near whereultharkitty lives/d, though she would be in York. On the way, we stopped to take showers in the equivalent of a public loo at the side of the motorway. While I was taking mine, I was joined by a large, hairy older man. This didn't bother my particularly, but I was wary of washing thoroughly in front of him in case he took it the wrong way. I turned away a little, and when I turned back he was standing very cose to me. This made me squeal, which I then apologised for. He accept the apology, and left, having finished his shower. He was entirely un-pervy, I should add, something unusal for older men in my dreams, who usually turn out to be sexual predators.
So, showers over, we went on. And we went through the town where we'd found Elliot (of anime and Doug Soc acquaintance) the year before. I was for some reasopn not in the van at this point, and discovered that Harry, who was meant to be driving, wasn't either. He'd swapped with someone, a random someone off the street because mum isn't trained to drive the van. At some point everyone was out of the van and it was parked somewhere, andwe looked about for Elliot. We may have found him, i can't remember.
We did find my sister's godparents family. The oldest daughter, who's younger than either me or my sister (though in the dream I had it in my head she was only a couple of years younger than me), was pregnant. This was fine and normal and to be expected. At some point I remembered the age thing, but it was still okay, because Ally is a very mture, sensible girl. Plus, she was some sort of spy, I think.
Remembering the first part, I thought it was a nice little symbolic thing. Then I remembered the rest, and it turned out to just be a normal, fairly surreal dream, with all the usual details and lack of overall coherence.
I have my own thoughts on the muslim veils controversy, but
apiphile manages to articulate the issue so much better than I could. While the example isn't perfect, it is a good analogy. I can understand if someone's deaf or hard of hearing, being able to see the mouth is important. But saying you /have/ to see the face to communicate is to suggest blind people can't communicate. Also, as I understand it, the teacher was allowed to go without veil among the children (up to a certain age); it was only male colleagues she feels she had to wear it in front of. Surely compromise would be putting her with a colleague who was female, rather than firing her? At this point, I tend to start spluttering about how the government has no right to get involved and tell people what they can and can't wear. Also: how "We can't go on letting these alleged terrorists wander around the country; we need to charge them and lock them up" just makes me boggle. We ought to lock people up for possibly being terrorists? Oh dear. No wonder Al Quaeda is giving us nasty looks. I'm glad I'm not Muslim, right now, but I'm embarrassed to be British.Oh, and on a completely differentt note, our kitchen is practically finished. Just needs painting now, really.
So, I was going on a journey with my family. And while in bed one night, I spotted a large spider on the top left corner of my covers. Small body,m really long legs. And it started to explain to me about how it was my parent. And then another spider turned up, a tiny zebra striped one. This was my other parent (mother?). It had come all the way from California, and this was why I travelled a lot too. The tiny spiuder then set off home again, very quickly.
I got out of bed, and then realised that, hey, there was a spider in my bed, so I freaked a little and shook the covers to get rid of it.
They journey I was on, it turns out, was to dance camp. I was excited, because DCE is now near where
ultharkitty lives/d, though she would be in York. On the way, we stopped to take showers in the equivalent of a public loo at the side of the motorway. While I was taking mine, I was joined by a large, hairy older man. This didn't bother my particularly, but I was wary of washing thoroughly in front of him in case he took it the wrong way. I turned away a little, and when I turned back he was standing very cose to me. This made me squeal, which I then apologised for. He accept the apology, and left, having finished his shower. He was entirely un-pervy, I should add, something unusal for older men in my dreams, who usually turn out to be sexual predators.So, showers over, we went on. And we went through the town where we'd found Elliot (of anime and Doug Soc acquaintance) the year before. I was for some reasopn not in the van at this point, and discovered that Harry, who was meant to be driving, wasn't either. He'd swapped with someone, a random someone off the street because mum isn't trained to drive the van. At some point everyone was out of the van and it was parked somewhere, andwe looked about for Elliot. We may have found him, i can't remember.
We did find my sister's godparents family. The oldest daughter, who's younger than either me or my sister (though in the dream I had it in my head she was only a couple of years younger than me), was pregnant. This was fine and normal and to be expected. At some point I remembered the age thing, but it was still okay, because Ally is a very mture, sensible girl. Plus, she was some sort of spy, I think.
Remembering the first part, I thought it was a nice little symbolic thing. Then I remembered the rest, and it turned out to just be a normal, fairly surreal dream, with all the usual details and lack of overall coherence.
