...*shivers in terror*
Taking a small break from dying the first time in Resident Evil 4 (Yes, I know, I have a lot of studying to do, but I'm trying to enjoy the few hours of free time on this Saturday, I just came home from work).
Note: I will be telling a bit about the dream I had and it will be italized in case you only want to read that.
Today and the later parts of yesterday can be summed up in a couple of words... Those that pop to mind are "Awesome, strange, crazy" and "pants".
To begin with, yesterday evening I was called by a friend doing military service who asked if I wanted to join him and some other friends for some fun(read drinking) at a pub close to where I live. I answered honestly that I couldn't afford it, and that I had some other plans for the evening, which I had. He then asked me if I could house a friend of his during the night...
Carefully I fished enough information about said friend to know he was:
1) A friend of my friend for seven months counting
2) They were doing military service together
3) He wouldn't barf on my floor/sensitive electronical equipment/me
4) He'd behave.
Fair enough, I agreed to perform said housing and told them to give me a holler when they were leaving the place. I don't have any matresses(sp?) aside my own, so I did the second best and used my down "matress", which is just a thin extra-layer on my bed, and put some old military blankets on it that I got from another friend. After some thought, I gave him one of my pillows too, tucking it under the first blanket which would be use to cover up the matress. Experience have told me that pillows induced with the wonderful smell of alcohol are pretty repugnant to sleep on when sober.
At half-past 2 am I figured that, "Heck, they might've found another place for him to stay," so I got undressed and into my robes, deciding to play some HL2(and try out Garry's Mod a bit more) before crashing.
Just as I was about to turn off the game, at around 3 am, my friend knocked on the door and shoved, quite without any ritual, his other friend inside my place and introduced him. The friend then commented something like "Half-Life 2 is a great game," then stumbled inside and fell asleep (I repeat, FELL asleep) on top of the make-shift bed I'd prepared, snoring loudly in less than a minute.
My friend and I then talked courteously for about five minutes before he left and I went for bed. Not before seeing how my friends friend slept with HIS EYES WIDE OPEN! That freaked me out.
The dream I had was, yet again, about zombies. They seem to be a recurring subject in my dreams... or at least the topic of them, because this dream didn't actually have any zombies in it per se, but...
Basically, we (me and some friends) were in a small town close to where we all grew up (it's called Ekerö Centrum), and apparantly somebody had f***ed up royally and a zombie-making disease was spreading rapidly. Like in most cases, it spread only through fluid contact (blood, saliva, etc) and was highly contractable. One would expect chaos to break out, no? As a matter of fact, in this case, people just seemed to grudgingly accept the fact and proceed to isolate themselves. In less than an hour, the entire community had gone back to their places and locked/barred the doors, making the whole place a ghost town. Me and some friends (And some other random guy who I have no idea who he was) set up some kind of... survivor camp at a parking lot (I don't remember the whole thing entirely, but I do believe we were going to use the small underground parking area, which seems quite a good idea when I think about it (we could close off the entrance pretty well with some cars or something... no wait, bad idea, they could crawl under... anyway) and I only wanted to fetch a friend of mine working at a super-market in the town. I'm working there now and in the dream I had just quit after introducing said friend there.
When I arrived at the entrance, they'd put up a sign saying "Just keep walking, don't even try it" and the staff was sitting around inside, looking quite bewildered. I remember thinking in my dream that they were pretty stupid not to have pulled the protection-"shields", or whatever you call them, instead of just locking the glass-doors. I waved and motioned for my friend, clearly signalling that I was not in fact a zombie, and tried to communicate the message that I wanted him to come join us. He looked at the others, they nodded and he joined me outside.
The rest, I must admit, is pretty blurry, but I'm pretty frightened at how incredibly detailed I remember some scenes, I can really say that writing your dreams down IS a good method to develope a better memory for them. Try it out.
Anyway. After waking up, I acted the good host and offered my guest some coffee, some water and some vitamineral-tablets (much better against headaches). We talked for a bit, I showed him some stupid internet stuff (I always do that to my guests, dad's starting to avoid my place because of it. :P) and then my friend arrived. We switched quickly onto the subject of education, since I'm studying to become a teacher (in case you've missed the million times I've pointed it out). At half-past twelve, I realized I hadn't showered, hadn't eaten anything and hadn't got dressed and that my train was leaving in 25 minutes. After hastily shoving them out the door, apologizing clearly for doing so, I took a 5-minute shower, cleaned myself up in general and actually had to WAIT for my train... Amusing is the fact that the closer you live to something, and the more precise you calculate your time, the more you stress and forget when to go.
At work, I was, as usual, greeted with assignments and work people hadn't done. Thrash everywhere, fruit days old (and nothing new ordered), a mess inside the storage, the usual. Seeing that I generally sit as a cashier/clerk, I gritted my teeth and managed to fix some of the fruit before I had to go my shift. It's not as much I hate my work (which I don't, quite the opposite really), but I can't STAND my co-employees. All they do is complain about how much work they've got, but they never DO ANYTHING! I've got one guy who take 50 minutes ordering frozen goods, it is supposed to take less than half. And he's always running away to drink water in the staff-room, not to mention shopping during his working hours. Grrrn...
So now I'm home, the light of my day being my friend coming around with Paper Mario to GC, RE4, Tales of Symphonia and Ikaruga... I don't think I'll manage to get any work done... -_-;
Note: I will be telling a bit about the dream I had and it will be italized in case you only want to read that.
Today and the later parts of yesterday can be summed up in a couple of words... Those that pop to mind are "Awesome, strange, crazy" and "pants".
To begin with, yesterday evening I was called by a friend doing military service who asked if I wanted to join him and some other friends for some fun(read drinking) at a pub close to where I live. I answered honestly that I couldn't afford it, and that I had some other plans for the evening, which I had. He then asked me if I could house a friend of his during the night...
Carefully I fished enough information about said friend to know he was:
1) A friend of my friend for seven months counting
2) They were doing military service together
3) He wouldn't barf on my floor/sensitive electronical equipment/me
4) He'd behave.
Fair enough, I agreed to perform said housing and told them to give me a holler when they were leaving the place. I don't have any matresses(sp?) aside my own, so I did the second best and used my down "matress", which is just a thin extra-layer on my bed, and put some old military blankets on it that I got from another friend. After some thought, I gave him one of my pillows too, tucking it under the first blanket which would be use to cover up the matress. Experience have told me that pillows induced with the wonderful smell of alcohol are pretty repugnant to sleep on when sober.
At half-past 2 am I figured that, "Heck, they might've found another place for him to stay," so I got undressed and into my robes, deciding to play some HL2(and try out Garry's Mod a bit more) before crashing.
Just as I was about to turn off the game, at around 3 am, my friend knocked on the door and shoved, quite without any ritual, his other friend inside my place and introduced him. The friend then commented something like "Half-Life 2 is a great game," then stumbled inside and fell asleep (I repeat, FELL asleep) on top of the make-shift bed I'd prepared, snoring loudly in less than a minute.
My friend and I then talked courteously for about five minutes before he left and I went for bed. Not before seeing how my friends friend slept with HIS EYES WIDE OPEN! That freaked me out.
The dream I had was, yet again, about zombies. They seem to be a recurring subject in my dreams... or at least the topic of them, because this dream didn't actually have any zombies in it per se, but...
Basically, we (me and some friends) were in a small town close to where we all grew up (it's called Ekerö Centrum), and apparantly somebody had f***ed up royally and a zombie-making disease was spreading rapidly. Like in most cases, it spread only through fluid contact (blood, saliva, etc) and was highly contractable. One would expect chaos to break out, no? As a matter of fact, in this case, people just seemed to grudgingly accept the fact and proceed to isolate themselves. In less than an hour, the entire community had gone back to their places and locked/barred the doors, making the whole place a ghost town. Me and some friends (And some other random guy who I have no idea who he was) set up some kind of... survivor camp at a parking lot (I don't remember the whole thing entirely, but I do believe we were going to use the small underground parking area, which seems quite a good idea when I think about it (we could close off the entrance pretty well with some cars or something... no wait, bad idea, they could crawl under... anyway) and I only wanted to fetch a friend of mine working at a super-market in the town. I'm working there now and in the dream I had just quit after introducing said friend there.
When I arrived at the entrance, they'd put up a sign saying "Just keep walking, don't even try it" and the staff was sitting around inside, looking quite bewildered. I remember thinking in my dream that they were pretty stupid not to have pulled the protection-"shields", or whatever you call them, instead of just locking the glass-doors. I waved and motioned for my friend, clearly signalling that I was not in fact a zombie, and tried to communicate the message that I wanted him to come join us. He looked at the others, they nodded and he joined me outside.
The rest, I must admit, is pretty blurry, but I'm pretty frightened at how incredibly detailed I remember some scenes, I can really say that writing your dreams down IS a good method to develope a better memory for them. Try it out.
Anyway. After waking up, I acted the good host and offered my guest some coffee, some water and some vitamineral-tablets (much better against headaches). We talked for a bit, I showed him some stupid internet stuff (I always do that to my guests, dad's starting to avoid my place because of it. :P) and then my friend arrived. We switched quickly onto the subject of education, since I'm studying to become a teacher (in case you've missed the million times I've pointed it out). At half-past twelve, I realized I hadn't showered, hadn't eaten anything and hadn't got dressed and that my train was leaving in 25 minutes. After hastily shoving them out the door, apologizing clearly for doing so, I took a 5-minute shower, cleaned myself up in general and actually had to WAIT for my train... Amusing is the fact that the closer you live to something, and the more precise you calculate your time, the more you stress and forget when to go.
At work, I was, as usual, greeted with assignments and work people hadn't done. Thrash everywhere, fruit days old (and nothing new ordered), a mess inside the storage, the usual. Seeing that I generally sit as a cashier/clerk, I gritted my teeth and managed to fix some of the fruit before I had to go my shift. It's not as much I hate my work (which I don't, quite the opposite really), but I can't STAND my co-employees. All they do is complain about how much work they've got, but they never DO ANYTHING! I've got one guy who take 50 minutes ordering frozen goods, it is supposed to take less than half. And he's always running away to drink water in the staff-room, not to mention shopping during his working hours. Grrrn...
So now I'm home, the light of my day being my friend coming around with Paper Mario to GC, RE4, Tales of Symphonia and Ikaruga... I don't think I'll manage to get any work done... -_-;