glad to be awake
I spoke too soon; the internet is not quite fully back. But LJ is almost okay.
So last night starting around 1am I heard a thump-thump-thump from either next door or upstairs. Either my neighbor was intermittently playing techno, or has an awful lot of stamina, recovery, and rhythm. I don't want to know which. It went every 15 minutes or so until I fell asleep at 3.
And when I fell asleep I had three nightmares:
First, that I was getting a sex change operation on my birthday... just as the doctor said it was time to scrub up and get started, I realized I couldn't do it. I liked my girl parts and wanted to have a baby some day. The doctor (who looked like the one I saw in college yesterday) said she could tell I really wanted to be a boy but would wait. And then I worried about insurance paying for the consultation and all the prep without the surgery itself happening.
Then I was having a birthday party, but I got there late (shopping for soda at Tesco) and the building was invaded by Russian soldiers. We had to throw gas canisters through the doors to keep them out, but they found new ways in. We were in a safe room and people were pounding on the doors begging us to bring them in. Finally we were trapped, and Zach had to go outside holding up his middle finger and yelling "spasieniye," which is the name of a song that All-State Men's choir did my senior year, but in the dream meant "I surrender"
Then it was yet again (or maybe still) my birthday, and I was eating some kind of ice cream with a raspberry swirl. I fed some to all the pets: cats, snakes (it seems we had snakes) and the fish. A few minutes later most of the fish (seven of the total nine or ten) started to go belly-up. (Thank God, the suckerfish was not affected.) Dad got home from work and I had to tell him. Just before I offered to buy him new ones my alarm sounded.
I wonder why I dreamed about my birthday.
So last night starting around 1am I heard a thump-thump-thump from either next door or upstairs. Either my neighbor was intermittently playing techno, or has an awful lot of stamina, recovery, and rhythm. I don't want to know which. It went every 15 minutes or so until I fell asleep at 3.
And when I fell asleep I had three nightmares:
First, that I was getting a sex change operation on my birthday... just as the doctor said it was time to scrub up and get started, I realized I couldn't do it. I liked my girl parts and wanted to have a baby some day. The doctor (who looked like the one I saw in college yesterday) said she could tell I really wanted to be a boy but would wait. And then I worried about insurance paying for the consultation and all the prep without the surgery itself happening.
Then I was having a birthday party, but I got there late (shopping for soda at Tesco) and the building was invaded by Russian soldiers. We had to throw gas canisters through the doors to keep them out, but they found new ways in. We were in a safe room and people were pounding on the doors begging us to bring them in. Finally we were trapped, and Zach had to go outside holding up his middle finger and yelling "spasieniye," which is the name of a song that All-State Men's choir did my senior year, but in the dream meant "I surrender"
Then it was yet again (or maybe still) my birthday, and I was eating some kind of ice cream with a raspberry swirl. I fed some to all the pets: cats, snakes (it seems we had snakes) and the fish. A few minutes later most of the fish (seven of the total nine or ten) started to go belly-up. (Thank God, the suckerfish was not affected.) Dad got home from work and I had to tell him. Just before I offered to buy him new ones my alarm sounded.
I wonder why I dreamed about my birthday.