The Forlorn and Wailing Efforts of Mine Owne Comme To Naughte
I had errands to run today, but I was feeling good, so I decided to cook and make some nice meals for me friendsies. Except they were all busy. Or out. Or dropping their PENS on the THING, while I'm TALKING!! (obscure reference, bet you can't guess) So the large pot of 15 Bean Soup that I made, which turned out delicious, went barely untouched. Lachlan eventually showed up after dark and had a bowl, but, alas, twas too late. A day, wasted on goodwill, returning little more than a weeks worth of tasty lunches. Well, that's not so bad, actually, but I was really hoping for some casual association today. Tomorrow will be spent on errands, then, and friends will just have to beg me for a meager bowl of my hard-won soup.
My neighbors are ever more strange. Last night, it was UNF UNF UNF, then FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT, then UNF UNF UNF again. Rocky relationship + thin apartment walls = untelevised soap operas.
I find, with a certain amount of glee, that I am dreaming regularly more often, or at least being able to remember the dreams more often. I see this as part of the return to the better state of being I enjoyed before I met my ex a couple years ago. I could write about my dreams, but since I dream in high detail, I wonder if there's really enough room to post them. Heh. Well, here's a quick breakdown:
First dream had 3' tall copies of my mom and her partner stealing away most of my wire art and "redistributing" it, mostly at the partner's behest, because she thought my works were worthless. Well, I don't, and I was furious, flying all over the continent recovering my works (without benefit of a plane, even). Last stop is this huge mansion built in the earth amongst the roots of a gargantuan tree. Very Harry Potter-ish looking. Well, the residents actually did appreciate my art, so I let them keep the ones they had without a hassle.
Second dream had me in the same tree-mansion, except it was (more harry potter influence) a school of magic. The end of the dream somehow came first, with me impaling some freakish Matt Greoning character who was not cartoon but flesh-and-blood real, 6 feet tall, dark grey, and posessed of the rage madness from "28 Days Later", bloodshot eyes and everything. I stuck a fat, spiky gnarled root through its chest and pinned it to the wall, thereby becoming a hero amongst all the other people at the school, and proving my superiority over the school's anal retentive headmaster.
See? Strange dreams, but normal for me (in strangeness, not content) If I were to tell you all the details, it would take me probably a few thousand words to do so, therefore, you get the short versions.
My neighbors are ever more strange. Last night, it was UNF UNF UNF, then FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT, then UNF UNF UNF again. Rocky relationship + thin apartment walls = untelevised soap operas.
I find, with a certain amount of glee, that I am dreaming regularly more often, or at least being able to remember the dreams more often. I see this as part of the return to the better state of being I enjoyed before I met my ex a couple years ago. I could write about my dreams, but since I dream in high detail, I wonder if there's really enough room to post them. Heh. Well, here's a quick breakdown:
First dream had 3' tall copies of my mom and her partner stealing away most of my wire art and "redistributing" it, mostly at the partner's behest, because she thought my works were worthless. Well, I don't, and I was furious, flying all over the continent recovering my works (without benefit of a plane, even). Last stop is this huge mansion built in the earth amongst the roots of a gargantuan tree. Very Harry Potter-ish looking. Well, the residents actually did appreciate my art, so I let them keep the ones they had without a hassle.
Second dream had me in the same tree-mansion, except it was (more harry potter influence) a school of magic. The end of the dream somehow came first, with me impaling some freakish Matt Greoning character who was not cartoon but flesh-and-blood real, 6 feet tall, dark grey, and posessed of the rage madness from "28 Days Later", bloodshot eyes and everything. I stuck a fat, spiky gnarled root through its chest and pinned it to the wall, thereby becoming a hero amongst all the other people at the school, and proving my superiority over the school's anal retentive headmaster.
See? Strange dreams, but normal for me (in strangeness, not content) If I were to tell you all the details, it would take me probably a few thousand words to do so, therefore, you get the short versions.