rensong: (sleepy kitty)
Last night's WTF Brain - I dreamed that out church was a movie theater/halfway house kind of deal; not a huge stretch or anything except it was being guarded by an ELEPHANT! And apparently I lived there and the elephant an I are good buddies because I got a trunk-hug from her and I had to tell her not to go charging down the street after ANOTHER elephant who was apparently being taken for a walk (like we walk dogs, there might've even been a leash) to defend my honor. Or something.
rensong: (Independence Day)
Took a nap when I got back from Marshfield because I was tired and hey, two and a half hours before I had to head back into town. As someone who didn't fall asleep until 1 or 2 last night, this seemed like a good deal.

Now, it used to be that when I napped, I didn't actually fall asleep. I kinda got into a Zone where I was totally aware and conscious of my surroundings, but like an Out Of Body Experience, I had no control over them (like if I tried to turn the radio off, it kept right on playing. I won't say "my hand passed right through!" because even in the Zone, I still felt myself go through the motions and make contact with the power button, it just didn't work). In the Zone was also the closest I got to a wet dream, because it's like I had a more direct route to the lobe of my brain I could feel and experience the touch sensation with. No cute boys to nail, alas, but if I was in the Zone and I *knew* I was in the Zone (which wasn't always because it felt so much like Real Life, I'd often go right on moving through my day because I thought I was awake... until I tried to actually interact with someone or something), about 80% of the time I could convince my body (or at least the KindaDream Body I had in the Zone) that it was feeling something really really good. The downside to this being it was really hard to wake myself up if I decided I'd had enough feeling for the day, kaythanxbye, but as a sense version of "Whatever you do, don't picture a white elephant in boxer shorts with pink hearts on them!", of course, you immediately think of a white elephant in boxer shorts with pink hearts on them. I would go "Okay, hey, nuff feeling stuff, can I get up now?" ... which resulted in more feeling stuff and being unable to wake up until my subconscious decided it had enough fun for now and I woke up naturally. Usually not a big deal, but unfortunately, there have been many occasions where the Zone was a less pleasant place - like when it takes some innocent, every-day sound and turns it into a terrifying nightmare. For example, the night when I was maybe 15 and we had a nice friendly summer storm roll through with a few growls of thunder and some half-hearted lightning, but in my head, the storm was all loud noise and constant lightning and it only kept getting worse and it never passed, it just kept getting stronger until I was pretty convinced the house was going to blow apart around me. No amount of subconscious screaming or dream-thrashing, begging the Powers that Be to "*Let me GO*, I want to wake up!!!!" seemed to work, and it seemed like forever before I was able to wake up. *Usually* the Zone can be fun if I know I'm dreaming, but sometimes it is a right sick bastard, too.

Anyway, the last few years I have noticed that while I still hit the Zone when I nap, it is like I got a little deeper into it and it is more dream and less just feeling. The sense of touch is still there and very real, but it is paired with Dream People and/or Dream Situations that are enough like Real Life to kind of throw me off. Usually there is some kind Dream Clue that gives away the fact that yeah, I'm actually dreaming, but I really have to be paying attention. On the flip side of that, though, once I know I'm dreaming? I can manipulate my dream a bit, just like you sometimes can in normal, wacky, No-way-is-this-real-so-you-might-as-well-enjoy-it dreams.

This nap around, I didn't know I was dreaming until I got into my car and tried to go to work, only to discover that holy crap, my car had NO BRAKES. Tried the emergency brake... didn't work. Tried the parking brake... kinda worked, but not enough and I was still moving enough to knock into my mom's Toyota Celica that was parked next to the house and send it off into the field, but at least I finally came to a stop. Had I been paying attention, the fact that I rear-ended my mom's Toyota in the back yard - where as in Real Life, the Celica is parked in our drive way and our back yard is full of stuff that would make parking there a bit of a challenge - should've clued me in, but nope, I was pretty convinced it was real.

That said, I was kinda panicky because, yeah, my car had no breaks and I had just rear-ended mom's. Since I was happily no longer moving, I jumped out to go check on the Toyota to see if there was any damage. Along the way, I lost my sandal in the dirt and went and stepped on something poky, which hurt just like it would've in real life, and I curse and mutter a bit because ow, stepping on poky plants (I think it was a thistle) hurts like a sob. However, it was enough that at this point I was starting to think "Ow, dammit, can this be a dream now?" I still wasn't entirely sure, but I was kinda leaning in that direction.

Then, the final piece of the puzzle that made me go "no way this is real" - a fat guy and a skinny guy in what kinda looked like a stretch limo driving through our back yard toward me with Intent To Kidnap. No one is going to fit a stretch limo in our back yard, much less maneuver the thing around all easy-peasy. So I think "Hmm... me thinks I'm dreaming. So, hey subconscious, instead of these guys coming to grab me for nefarious purposes, how about they just stop and pick up someone else? Kinda like glorified taxi drivers - no nefariousness allowed" and go figure, that is exactly what they do. They maneuver this massive vehicle around in our tiny back yard, some random Dream Person gets in the back (older woman with short, blond, kinda Sherily Temple hair) *just* like she would if it was a taxi she called to take her somewhere, and they drive off. Shady, nefarious mob-like characters totally avoided!

With that success in mind, I start walking toward our garage for whatever reason, and I think "Okay, so if I'm *really* dreaming, can I get a cute guy to come put his arm around me?" Few seconds later, a cute guy comes and kind of does a tackle-hug from behind and says kinda sarcastically (and with a Russian accent. Go figure) "Cute boy, arm around your shoulder, huh? This good enough? How about if I tickle you, too," and I laugh because he does, in fact, start being obnoxious and annoying try to tickle me. I can feel the weight of his arm around my shoulders, and his pointy index finger digging into my ribs (just like I tend to do with all of my friends, because I am not ticklish so it is harder for them to give me payback, but it doesn't stop them from trying), and I'm thinking this is kind of awesome.

There is more hugging and snark, but it isn't super clear now that the bits of dream are kind of wafting away on the subconscious breeze now that I am awake, but I do recall thinking that hey, maybe I'll actually be able to manipulate the dream in order to get lucky this time because Cute Russian Boyfriend seems to read my mind (and snark on my thoughts) quite readily, and I go on to hope that there is still time to make the attempt before the alarm I set to wake me in time for work goes off... which, sadly, leads me to start hearing and alarm-like sound in the distance (one of those damn "Don't think of the white elephant!" kind of things) and I go "dammit, whhhhyyyyyy?" all whiny and stuff because I was SO CLOSE, DAMMIT, but knowing Alarm most likely means Leave For Work Soon Or Risk Being Late, I start to try and struggle toward wakefulness... and I fail. Now I'm starting to panic because, hey, subconscious, we need to go to work! No work means now pay means no money for gas or food, so GET UP ALREADY, but my subconscious was having nothing of it. I stop struggling and fall back fully into the Zone, and Cute Russian Boyfriend is there waiting and says something like "Welcome back. I thought you had to work?" and I say "I do, but I can't wake up! Any chance you can help with that?" and the next thing I know, I am awake. Like, for real, I'm AWAKE, back in the Real World, and I sit up, rub my eyes that are still kinda sleep-bleery and say, out loud, "Wow, thanks."

Then I notice the clock and it's *only* 4:00 pm, which means I still had *half an hour* before I had to get up, and the Alarm in the dream was just some dirty subconscious trick. At the risk of sounding duel personality, I'm pretty sure my subconscious is conspiring against my conscious to keep me from getting a laid, even in my dreams. Anyway, in the dimming hopes of ever seeing Cute Russian Boyfriend (who, come to think of it, did kinda look like an older, less gangly Checkov from the newest Star Trek movie) again because my dreams are never really the same, I also add a "Feel free to come visit any time!" out loud into to the emptiness of my room with the hope that maybe he'll hear me in the Zone and we can finish were we left off. My hopes for that particular opportunity are slim to none, but I have to at least *try*, right?

Now, though, I really do have to leave for work because it took me more than a half hour to write this all out.
rensong: (Independence Day)
Ooh, I don't like this feeling. Fell asleep less than two hours ago and now I am wide awake and afraid to go to sleep again because of another scary realistic tornado dream. text )
rensong: (Independence Day)
Had a rather cool Bones-esqu dream last night that I will cut to be polite )

I gotta admit, until the whole juicer thing, that would've been an awesome episode. Maybe minus the rookie Mary Sue me, though.
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Last night's dream involved werewolves and vampires and rose thorns embedded in my palm. If I believed in the messages and precognition of dreams, I'd be rather worried right now.

The gravity of what would've been an otherwise very creepy dream was lessened significantly with Butch and Sundance (or Bonnie and Clyde, one of the famous partnerships of history) making havoc in the underworld and crashing an undead wedding, and what may have been a guest appearance of Betty White worried about not doing her hair before she ran away from the werewolf outside our house. So, again with the less creepy and more "WTF, brain?"

On an entirely different note, our driveway is currently holding four - count em, *four* - of our vehicles hostage, including my own Coyote with his 4WD. Dad was able to get him out yesterday so mom could make it to her in home Aspirius cares yesterday afternoon, but she ended up having to cancel all of her morning ones, and it required the use of my brother's higher clearance 4WD pickup truck to crack him free of the ice that had frozen his tires to the ground before he could go *anywhere*. Gus's pickup truck actually had gotten stuck in our driveway earlier, too, but we were able to get it free with lots of shoveling and rocking and a few hundred pounds of dog-and-family-members in the bed for traction. On the bright side, it stopped snowing/sleeting at some point last night, and today dawned bright and clear (and cold). The road has been plowed finally, too, so provided we are able to actually get out of our driveway - which is a huge mess - everything should be grand. Still working on the "get out of the driveway" part of that plan, though.
rensong: (sleepy kitty)
Instead of crack crossover fan fic like I usually tend to dream in, last night my inner cinema changed gears a bit and gave me a Sci Fi B-movie instead - complete with b-movie actors and actresses! Including Dean Cain as some sort of high-school teacher/coach, and another woman who I've seen in various movies and series - middle-age, slightly heavy-set with shoulder-length auburn hair, usually acting in secretary and/or lawyerish kind of parts. Can't recall any of the movies and/or series I've seen her in, though, so I cant IMDB her. Drat, but she does kind of look like a shorter, stouter C.J. Cregg from the West Wing if anyone ever watched that, so I'm going to call her Ms. Casey for the lack of a more proper name.

Anyway, moving on
Lets call it 'Warlock Cyclone'. That is a properly horrible B-movie title, yes )

The impression in my dream-muddled head immediately after I woke up was "Someone made it using magic!", hence the title. And then I went "Wow, that was so bad", and then I tried to go back to sleep.
rensong: (sleepy kitty)
Wow, confusing dreams.
I don't even know why I am writing this one down )

In other news, last day of work! Told my boss I was only going to work part of the day, so I decided to sleep in a bit and shoot to arrive at work around 8:00ish instead of the usual 7:00. Still have a handful of things to do, but I think I'll probably be out of there just before or just after lunch. Only problem I foresee is that my boss isn't actually working today, and I need him to sign my final time logs to send back to the SCA. I'll have to call them (the SCA) and ask if it is okay if the guy immediately below bossman on the boss-ladder will be okay to sign them instead.
rensong: (Independence Day)
I am at work hyperlinking photos to a point shapefile of signs (isn't GIS language *fun*!), and I run across one that says "Shotguns and Archery Only".

It is, of course, a sign designating what kind of hunting is allowed in that particular area, but it took me a second for that logical thought to wiggle its way through my brain. Before it did, my decidedly illogical brain immediately jumped to "Shotgun wedding!" and then took a rather unexplained detour into - I kid you not - a Warehouse 13/4th Doctor Who/Hitchhikers Guide mesh in my head.

The resulting visual? 4th Doctor and Arthur Dent attending a shotgun wedding of Pete and Myka, and at the end everyone shoots arrows (instead of shotguns) at the Vorgon ships descending into the atmosphere*.

Really brain? Really?

Of course, I suppose I can partially blame the bizarreness on the Doctor Who/Hitchhikers Guide fic I just read, and perhaps to a lesser degree the Warehouse 13 story I ran across (but did not read) on [ profile] crack_van earlier today, but...

There is still not enough WTF in the world.

*Write the prompt... I dare you. ::evil laughter::
rensong: (Independence Day)
Last night I dreamed that David Hasslehoff was being held hostage/prisoner/whatever by his dance partner from Dancing With the Stars, and that he had to dance perfectly or very close to perfect for his freedom.

The dance would have been very well done and sexy if it HADN'T BEEN DAVID HASSLEHOFF and if he HAD BEEN WEARING ACTUAL PANTS INSTEAD OF A MAN BIKINI.

Scarred. For. LIFE. ::digs out old, dusty, unopened bottle of Psychol and dunks her head into it:: Seriously, subconscious, what did I ever do to you?
rensong: (Independence Day)
An hour and 15 minutes is A Good Nap for me. Feeling kinda blergy with what I assume is allergies, even if they've so far only manifested themselves as lots of sneezing, I decided to take one today. An hour and 15 minutes later, give or take, I woke up, and I should've stayed that way. But, no, I decided "Just a few more minutes!", fell back asleep, had a dream about driving around in a really nice old car (I almost want to stay it was my mom's old cranberry red Cutlass Colonnade) with my brothers (who reminded me more of Sam and Dean Winchester than my actual older brothers) buying groceries and ... other stuff I can't remember, and meeting our parents at my dad's old store in Marshfield, where I re-potted a plant using one of the ash buckets for cleaning out the fireplaces. There is more, but it falls into Girly TMI )

And then I woke up again about an hour and a half later, and now I am all tired and stuff because a did not need a three hour nap. Hour and a half, reasonable, and I feel more awake after I get through with it. Three hours? Too much of a good thing, and I usually feel more tired after one than when I went to take a nap in the first place.

Also, now I probably won't sleep tonight. On the one hand, woo, I'll be awake for the Castle premier at 10! On the other hand, I probably won't fall asleep until 2 am, then I'll wake up at 4, and be out of bed by 5:30 and spend the day running on two hours of sleep. Tomorrow should be fun.

ETA 4:29, because it is a car worth oogling - a picture of my mom's old cutlass, with my two brothers - Ben in the foreground, Gus in the background - raking pine needles down at my Gramma and Grampa's when they were wee and small (Grampa Lindow is in the back, leaning against the hood with the beach ball). I can't remember what year the car was, and I only remember it in the vaguest sense (I have more clear memories of the beige 82 Cutlass she got after, which was less of a muscle car, but still had it's fair share of horsepower), but both my parents still remember it quite fondly and have told lots of stories.

rensong: (sleepy kitty)
I just woke up from a nap with the phrase "Illianya wants out. Illianya lives inside of me, I can never let her out" going through my head. There was also something about dogs (a running theme in my dreams these last few days... ya think I might miss having dogs around or something) and drowning, only not really because in the dream I fell under the water in a bathtub or something and I could still breathe.

Yeah, I have no idea either. ::adds this to her "WTF, brain?" pile::
rensong: (sleepy kitty)
Hmm... I don't know if it is because I am now significantly closer to the Pacific coast or some other random subconscious reason, but last night I did not sleep because I kept having dreams that we were living on a huge magma chamber ala Yellow Stone, only this one *was* showing signs of going all Mount Saint Helens on our ass. I even recall having/wondering if i would be having a Pierce Brosnan Moment (from Dantae's Peak) and standing in front of everyone doing the "I'm a geologist; I *know* exactly how bad things could get, and we need to move!", and we all started evacuating. Or... possibly there was talk of evacuating and I was driving someone to the train station/airport. And then all of a sudden *I* was the one who was supposed to be getting on the airplane to go home and I was incredibly miffed at myself for not bringing a book to read on the long flight, and I was wondering if it would be worth it to spend money and add a few books to my Kindle (PC version) to read on the way.

So, apparently my Inner Dream Disaster Maker has flipped from tornadoes to volcanoes. Iiiiinteresting...

And now I really need to start getting ready for work.
rensong: (sleepy kitty)
Last night I dreamed I was wandering around town looking for jobs. It was realistic enough to be really confusing, because I couldn't remember how I *got* to town in the first place, but I know I didn't have my car and I didn't remember walking the 15 miles to get there at all. And then I went across some train tracks into a different town that I had never been in. Even in my dream I was going "What the hell?"
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I actually did manage to doze off again after roommate left at 5:30ish this morning, but then I managed to dream about a cyborg-like robot who wanted to feed on all of my body fluids (yeah, I have no idea), so I woke up again only an hour or so later, at which point my stomach making random gurgles kept me from dozing off again.

On the bright side, I crashed at 10:30 last night, so I still got about 6 hours of sleep. Not so bright side, it is Monday. I don't like Mondays.
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So you know how sometimes in the morning you kind of doze off because you still have two hours before you have to get up, but it's not really a deep sleep and you end up waking up every 15 minutes, but between those times you have a sequence of dreams that are either very "WTF?" and even for the most part know you are dreaming at that time? I had a bunch of those this morning. They were all kind of linked, and I know the first few times it involved me being kind of hormonal and stuff (the closest I get to sex dreams) - beyond that, I don't remember much about those few. *Later*, though, after I had figured out I kind of went back into the same dream after I dozed off again, the dreams got extremely entertaining. In one of them we were investigating some sort of cave or cavern, and I saw some ancient hieroglyphics through a hole in the floor of the cavern. After I saw them, though, I felt myself kind of trying to wake up again, and I'm all "Nope, nuh-uh - things are just getting interesting!" Refusing to let the dream slip away, I managed to crawl through the hole for some further investigation. Turns out there was a pretty good-sized cavern beneath the one we were in - it was only crawl-space, but it pretty much went on in all directions as far as I could tell, and scattered all over the place were fossilized remains of some sort of small aquatic-looking creature (kind of like a mix between that one that looks like a screw (second from the top - I'm not sure it's a bryozoan like the person says, but I can't think of what it might be called otherwise. I fail at geology geekery) and one of those shells you always see with stuff carved into it at tourist type shops. I was cool.

After another kind of sort of wake up (like you open your eyes long enough to see the clock, then it's off to dream land again), we all got into a house that could transform into a space ship and took off for the next stop in "The Good Ship Next Move" - which was literally the exact line that I first remembered when I actually woke up woke up - which ended up crash landing in some location that was all grey dust and black sky (so, basically, it looked kind of like the surface of the moon), and according to the man that rescued
"me" (in the dream, I was now a little girl me named Evelyn) in his boat because the grey dust was suddenly an ocean, I was the only survivor. And then I actually did wake up and stuff.

My brain is very entertaining. Very WTF?, but also very entertaining, I'll give it that.

And now I really need to go study for the chem test I have in two and a half hours.
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For some reason, my body has shifted it's internal wake-up call back to 5:30 am. Not fair, body, especially since we haven't been falling asleep until around 2 anyway. At least I usually manage to fall back asleep for an additional hour or two eventually.

That said, before I woke up at 5:30 this morning, I had a dream about a group of kids - 5 or so of them, all brothers and sisters, ranging from age 6-16 or there abouts - who went to this *awesome* in door water park that basically appeared to be a tropical jungle, complete with giant ferns and a kick ass water fall. There was also a tyrannosaurs rex living there and chasing them around, but one of the middle sons ended up befriending it using a mix of psychology and therapy. Seriously. I swear I even heard the kid ask a question like "And how does that make you feel," and possibly even writing something down in his yellow notebook.

Sometimes, I love my brain.
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I watched the first five episodes of ReBoot, then I took a nap and had a ReBoot dream where Bob was an old man with a fluffy white dog.

Sometimes I love my subconscious, just because.
rensong: (lesser species)
Last night was one of those nights that your brain just does not want to turn off. I got maybe two hours of sleep, and I'm not entirely sure if I was actually sleeping to doing that kind of doze/zone thing, but whatever, it did lead to some interesting dreams.

cutting cause this gets long )

So, yes... That was last night's episode of Cracktastic Subconscious Fic. As cracktastic brain fic goes, I gotta say, that one might be one of my new favorites.

On an entirely different (and possibly TMI) note, it seems that I am extremely sex minded today. Part of last night's Brain Not Turning Off was the continuous visions of boys *and* girls running through my head and all the stuff they can do with their fingers.
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Last night's dream was a mix of Star Wars and some sort of weird technological revolution. There weren't any space ships yet, but there were these tank-like pods that we're nigh indestructible and may or may not have had hover capabilities and could basically go anywhere they wanted. A "newer" model also had a massive plow on the back of it that could pretty much scrape off anything and make dirt roads just by driving. They didn't need the roads, but by making them they allowed these huge semis access to pretty much wherever they wanted to go.

And then there was some sort of clothing store and Luke going off to fight some big fight with Vader or one of the Sith (why they were hiding out in a clothing store is beyond me. Maybe they all had a secret fetish for wearing ladies underwear). Luke got the crap beat out of him and then got high on morphine when he was found by whoever it was that found him, and I got locked in a really fancy smanchcy washroom that all but screamed royalty (it was all deep red and gold) and had some sort of faucet/water jet/thing sticking out of the wall that spayed water whenever it was hit with even the slightest breath of air.

There was more, but I can't remember it. Either way, thank you, brain. It had been awhile since you gave me one of your extreme "WTF?" dreams.
rensong: (lesser species)
Apparently my brain can't resist pornifying politics. First it was the disturbing Bush Porn from a few years ago (which I happily can't remember anymore), last night it was "McCain has to have a far better performance" that all the CNN people were saying last night when they compared this election to the Bush-Kerry election of 04.

Now, it has reached a whole new level of O.o
Why my brain likes dirty politics I'll never know )

It was purely for my own amusement that after I woke up, my imagination continued the... Situation? and had the Secretary's cell phone ring in the middle of it, which she answered with practiced ease despite her position. She even made a few innuendos like "I'm in the middle of a very important meeting with Vice President ::name here:: right now. Would you mind if I called you back later?" while the VP whispered dirty nothings into her ear about how hot she looked wearing nothing but a cell phone.

Ah, brain. There is no end to the amusement (and some times disturbance) you cause me.
rensong: (sleepy kitty)
It is 3 am and I must be lonely. I have class in 5 hours. Can't get to sleeeeeeep, which sucks cause I am really tired but my brain is all "Sleep? NEVAH!" and keeps bombarding me with all this crap that is completely unnecessary and ever so slightly annoying like "we should do our hair! If we did our hair, what would it look like? Would this work? This clip with these earrings? Ooooh, wait! Now we should dress up to go with our pretty metaphorical hairdoo! Could we last 4 and a half hours in these shoes? Longer in case we don't get back in time to change for work? Will it be warm enough for this skirt? OH! Lets wear that brown, sparkly shirt! It would look *awesome* with the hair and the shoes!" and the likes.

Brain, I hate you. Why are you being so cruel!? ::woes::

Then, of course, when I finally *do* start to doze off into blessed brain silence, my blind stop-and-release decides to give up the ghost, causing said blind to snap closed rather loudly and my nervous system to release a completely rational burst of adrenaline at the OMG, LOUD NOISE IN MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WHEN YOU ARE HOME ALONE, thus causing my brain to become fully awake once more with the added distraction of a racing heart and a simultaneous ::GASP:: ::sit up:: ::Turn Quickly Towards Supposed Source Of Noise And Prepare To Call 911 If Necessary:: motion.

I hate Wednesdays.
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Okay, so last night the one dream I really remember clearly was a rather... uneasy one involving Heath Ledger's Joker resetting time over and over again to make me experience the same day again. I actually recall thinking when I woke up that it was a creepy mix of Dark Knight meets Tru Calling. Every time the day reset, I had to choose between saving myself and letting someone else die horribly, saving someone else and dying horribly in the process, or saving a building full of people and - you guessed it - dying horribly. As far as I recall, I think I ended up saving other people even if it meant me dying horribly, but I'm really not sure how much comfort I take from that. I'm still not entirely sure if I'm clear on who exactly I was, come to think of it. I do know I was either me or I was some blond woman with freckles and a lot of mascara - who "I" saw fall off a building at least once. Probably that "horrible death" that Joker mentioned. In fact, I do believe when that happened, he told me, "Look on the bright side, my dear. At least next time, you can choose someone else to die her place," as she/I was falling.

Wow, subconscious. Sadistic much?

And, just now I took a little nap and had one of those kinda half aware dreams that keep jumping around. I do know that it was focused around this cement canal with a river about 100 feet wide running through it with real clear water, and cement sides angling up and away from the river for an additional 50 or so feet on either side. There was also water kinda trickling slowly down either side of the canal, like those Tranquility Fountains that they sell everywhere these days. First time I ran and dove head first into the water, knowing it was shallow and knowing that diving would probably kill me, but instead I just kept sinking farther and farther down into the water, trying to reach the bottom. When I still didn't hit it, I tried to swim back to the top - the water was so clear, I could see sunlight and everything clear as day, but I was still so far away.

When I finally broke the surface, I went to the side nearest me and looked up at... someone. That was when I realized that it still sounded like I was under water. Everything was silent. I tried splashing the water a few times to make some noise, anything to cut the way too eerie silence, but it didn't work. Then a big rush of water came at me down one of the canal walls, and I don't know if I managed to climb back up or if I got swept away, but next I remember I'm standing at the top of the canal again. The sun is gone, and the day is kind of grey and cloudy, and I'm wearing some sort of dark jacket instead of the light-colored white shirt and silky, flowy, pale pale peach pajama kind of pants I had been wearing when I took the dive the first time around. This time, however, I'm looking down at someone - supposedly a younger me, though I couldn't tell for sure if we really looked alike - standing down closer to the water. She looks up at me and I tell her "It's going to be okay." Her response was to say "Well, yeah, duh", but along with the snobby tone, there was this look on her face that is trying really hard for teenage cool unconcern but not quite getting there, like she was trying to hide some underlying uncertainty.

So I tell her again. "Trust me. It's going to be okay." And then, despite my earlier disinclination, I take another beamer head first into the water. This time instead of sinking, though, I just wake up. Which, I admit, I was kind of grateful for, because I wasn't sure I could take any more self analyzation. Especially when I have no clue what I was analyzing about myself.

So, dream critics. How messed up in the head am I? Actually, don't answer that. I doubt I really want to know.
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Last night I dreamed that I was a time traveler who had just helped save a bunch of people from a virtual reality ala that one Sliders episode. Only instead of living in a god-awful icky dirty world with no sun, this virtual world was created by giant red and grey slugs that traveled along giant "veins" and used them to trap the weary traveler, suck them into a virtual world, and then slowly eat them.

So we killed the slugs bu cutting up all the veins that they traveled on and that supplied them with Important Green Fluid Of Some Sort and rescued the people trapped except the dude who was responsible for everything (though how he managed to get Giant Blood Sucking Slugs to do his bidding I do not know). Him we left trapped in the web of veins stuck in a virtual reality full of evil snowmen. Or evil clowns. Or both.

Dude, brain. What The Fuck?

Anyway, one of the people we saved was a cute girl about my age with long blond hair and who I think was something of an artist because she was carrying around two big canvas-sort of things. She knew I was a time traveler and asked for my email address so we could stay in touch in the future or the past or whatever it was. I woke up slightly hesitant to check my email on the fear that the dream was real. Wouldn't mind so much getting email from Cute Girl, though. She was cool.

Speaking of Cute Girls, I also had a dream in which I was involved with another Cute Girl and we were at my grandparents house trying to find a place to fool around cause there was a big family reunion going on or some such.

My subconscious is very gay this morning. And I *still* didn't get lucky, dammit! Woke up again just as things were getting interesting. :( Why, brain? Why won't you let me get laid in dreams?
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Last week, Dustin and Mandy were down with a cold. I thought I'd done pretty good at avoiding them and not taking on any of their germs, but it appears that i didn't, cause now I have a cold. It could be worse as far as colds go, but it still sucks. Anyone wanna suggest a good cold medication? Cause I hear Dayquil doesn't have the nasal decongestant anymore, which is kinda what I want.

In other news, my dreams last night were very... odd. Can't remember the first batch of them I had, but at some point I started dreaming about this little town I had set up for people to escape from under the thumb of some evil overlord. And there were random rules posted around saying stuff like "If you want to insult the mob, take a taxi" and I got into a water fight with some kids and I think Diefenbaker might've been there, too. I'm not sure if this was the same dream, but there was also one where a princess showed up for asylum. She had long blond hair, and was actually quite pretty if you didn't mind green skin, vampire teeth, or a slightly snooty personality. Dream!Me was thinking she was one of the experiments that aforementioned evil overlord had been testing on people. I guess he was an org. Or a vampire. Or something.
Anyway, I gave Snooty Princess a little cup of some sort of syrupy liquid, which she took and kind of did that evil laugh thing over, so maybe it was blood for the vampire in her. Then I said something like "You're a princess." and she said something like "So are you, even more so than I." And then there was something about wearing the crown passed down from her father - evil Vampire Oreg? - and me needing to wear the true crown passed down from my father, and then I woke up.


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February 2012



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