In case anyone was wondering where “Jacquernagy” came from, it came from a dream. I was walking past a beautiful park and the sign at the front of the park said “Jacquernagy Park.” As far as I know that name/word does not exist in real life, though Jacque is a name (usually with an S at the end) and Nagy is in fact a Hungarian surname.
In any case, I’d rather use a name that’s less weird/confusing, so my name is now Lamoral.
Thanks Jonathan Chance for affecting this change.
FYI: I actually contemplated trying to talk him into letting me pull off a ridiculous Ship Of Theseus-style prank where I changed one letter of my name at a time every few months until it was an entirely different name, but thought the better of it.
I read in my dreams as well. I’ve heard some say that you can’t read in your dreams, but I have no idea where that idea comes from. Most people I’ve talked to about dreams seem to be able to read fine. Now getting a phone to work properly or dialing a phone number or not getting a busy signal when I dial 911–that’s a skill I haven’t mastered in Dreamland.