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Jul. 14th, 2003 08:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pearwaldorfLast night I dreamed that I met Katharine Hepburn. She was about sixty, and we were in the forest of some sort of college grounds (it was a very extensive forest). I remember hiking around behind her and wondering how a woman forty years older could have so much goddamn energy. (I think the same thing about my mother, only she's thirty years older.)
At some point, I remember sitting in a classroom and listening as she discussed things articulately and wittily and intelligently as only she could. I also remember thinking I heard reports somewhere that she was dead, and I thought they were nonsense, as not only was she right in front of me, but how could somebody so incredibly vital and alive ever die?
Then I woke up, and I remembered that she really was dead, and I was profoundly disappointed as well as sad.
At some point, I remember sitting in a classroom and listening as she discussed things articulately and wittily and intelligently as only she could. I also remember thinking I heard reports somewhere that she was dead, and I thought they were nonsense, as not only was she right in front of me, but how could somebody so incredibly vital and alive ever die?
Then I woke up, and I remembered that she really was dead, and I was profoundly disappointed as well as sad.
