The year of honesty and confusion.
Don't you just love it when subject lines indicate nothing whatsoever about what a person is about to write? Don't you?
In terms of life, I have little to write about. I appear to be slowly coming out of the slump of last week, which is great news. Now, theoretically I have tons of shit to accomplish as a result of that, but at least I will be vaguely chipper. I'm thinking positive here. (So maybe the poutine tonight has gone to my head.) I'm ever hopeful.
Last night I had a pretty good chitchat with Ruth, which was well needed. Tonight, she called me up again, but the conversation was along wildly different lines. Mostly, we argued about the manner in which spider plants reproduce (both asexually due to their stoloniferous nature, and sexually with flowers.) That argument came from an heated discussion of algae and it's reproductive habits. I think that started with me muttering idly at the fish. Ah well, what are friends for.
Lastly, I feel that I should mention a few noteworthy dreams that I've had, because I'll surely forget them if I don't write them down eventually.
Last night, I dreamed that Ruth was driving (ok, so it was a nightmare.) We were driving somewhere in the North. It was a heavily forested area, and there was a fair bit of snow. The details are fuzzy, but for some reason she pulled off into this very ancient service station / campground a fair distance off the main road down a dirt lane. I was trying to make it clear that I felt we really shouldn't be going there, but she insisted. I am unsure if we needed fuel, or food, or what the deal was. Upon getting out, a grizzly bear came loping up. The bear made me very nervous (as you can imagine), but he turned out to be all bark and no bite. Apparently he acting as a guard bear. I don't remember too much else happening there. The next thing I know, Ruth is driving some more. Suddenly we hit this patch of ice at high speed and the car goes whirling haphazardly off the road into the woods. This part of the dream was very realistic (possibly due to my experience in such matters). Next thing I know, we're trapped in the car, with a tree on top.
For some reason, when people came to rescue us, because of the angle we were at, they had to slice off the top of both of our sculls to fit our heads out of the areas they were trapped in. (Hey, it made sense in the dream, and we did get them back.) Later, back at the place where we were being treated, both of our sculls were cleanly cross sectioned another two times clean right through our brains and everything. Somehow, they had gotten the middle piece from Ruth's head on mine, and mine on hers, but it didn't seem to be effecting my thinking too much, so I was not too worried about it. Mostly, I remember being annoyed that they hadn't really bandaged it up very well, and I'm walking around trying to keep these head slices on top of my head, and oozing moderate amounts of blood everywhere. In the dream I also remember being pretty surprised that I was still conscious.
I can only imagine that this dream was a result of a number of things. Probably talking to Ruth the night before, had some part in it. Also, there was an incident in the middle of the night with our neighbor that might explain my fixation on head injuries. He was mugged/assaulted (by a guy who has caused trouble for him before) in the middle of the night, and Jo and I (thought more Jo than me, somehow got involved in helping to deal with all of this. I can't really come up with any explanation for the bear though. Or the woods. Or why Ruth would ever be driving me anywhere.
The other two dreams I don't remember as well, but they were disturbingly realistic at the time. They were had on Monday night, if I remember correctly.
In one dream, I dreamed that Jo was really upset because he had found out he was going to die of cancer. I don't remember much about the dream except that I was at a total loss as to how to react and what to say. Also, I remember that some parts of the dream were set near a lake. Other parts of the dream involved the really annoying "dream within a dream" effect. Thus, in the dream, I woke up, told Jo I dreamed about it, and he said it was true. This was disturbing to the point that when I really did wake up I had to ask Jo if he was alright.
In the other dream I dreamed Jo and I were at a Beastie Boys concert, except that Jay (from Kevin Smith's world) was one of the Beastie Boys. Somehow we spent a good deal of the concert outside where all of the band's trailers and equipment trucks were, and a good portion of the rest of it back stage. We hardly saw any of the real show. Not too many details there, just the facts. Oddly, I believe that this dream was also set near the lake from the earlier cancer dream, but the two dreams seemed otherwise unrelated.
In other news, I may be going to D.C., yet again, to do training at Georgetown. Maybe I'll get to join one of the "Freaks in Unusual Locations" events! Oh yes, and I've been planning mayhem. A festival of geeky mayhem, even. So this may also be the year of planning events.
In terms of life, I have little to write about. I appear to be slowly coming out of the slump of last week, which is great news. Now, theoretically I have tons of shit to accomplish as a result of that, but at least I will be vaguely chipper. I'm thinking positive here. (So maybe the poutine tonight has gone to my head.) I'm ever hopeful.
Last night I had a pretty good chitchat with Ruth, which was well needed. Tonight, she called me up again, but the conversation was along wildly different lines. Mostly, we argued about the manner in which spider plants reproduce (both asexually due to their stoloniferous nature, and sexually with flowers.) That argument came from an heated discussion of algae and it's reproductive habits. I think that started with me muttering idly at the fish. Ah well, what are friends for.
Lastly, I feel that I should mention a few noteworthy dreams that I've had, because I'll surely forget them if I don't write them down eventually.
Last night, I dreamed that Ruth was driving (ok, so it was a nightmare.) We were driving somewhere in the North. It was a heavily forested area, and there was a fair bit of snow. The details are fuzzy, but for some reason she pulled off into this very ancient service station / campground a fair distance off the main road down a dirt lane. I was trying to make it clear that I felt we really shouldn't be going there, but she insisted. I am unsure if we needed fuel, or food, or what the deal was. Upon getting out, a grizzly bear came loping up. The bear made me very nervous (as you can imagine), but he turned out to be all bark and no bite. Apparently he acting as a guard bear. I don't remember too much else happening there. The next thing I know, Ruth is driving some more. Suddenly we hit this patch of ice at high speed and the car goes whirling haphazardly off the road into the woods. This part of the dream was very realistic (possibly due to my experience in such matters). Next thing I know, we're trapped in the car, with a tree on top.
For some reason, when people came to rescue us, because of the angle we were at, they had to slice off the top of both of our sculls to fit our heads out of the areas they were trapped in. (Hey, it made sense in the dream, and we did get them back.) Later, back at the place where we were being treated, both of our sculls were cleanly cross sectioned another two times clean right through our brains and everything. Somehow, they had gotten the middle piece from Ruth's head on mine, and mine on hers, but it didn't seem to be effecting my thinking too much, so I was not too worried about it. Mostly, I remember being annoyed that they hadn't really bandaged it up very well, and I'm walking around trying to keep these head slices on top of my head, and oozing moderate amounts of blood everywhere. In the dream I also remember being pretty surprised that I was still conscious.
I can only imagine that this dream was a result of a number of things. Probably talking to Ruth the night before, had some part in it. Also, there was an incident in the middle of the night with our neighbor that might explain my fixation on head injuries. He was mugged/assaulted (by a guy who has caused trouble for him before) in the middle of the night, and Jo and I (thought more Jo than me, somehow got involved in helping to deal with all of this. I can't really come up with any explanation for the bear though. Or the woods. Or why Ruth would ever be driving me anywhere.
The other two dreams I don't remember as well, but they were disturbingly realistic at the time. They were had on Monday night, if I remember correctly.
In one dream, I dreamed that Jo was really upset because he had found out he was going to die of cancer. I don't remember much about the dream except that I was at a total loss as to how to react and what to say. Also, I remember that some parts of the dream were set near a lake. Other parts of the dream involved the really annoying "dream within a dream" effect. Thus, in the dream, I woke up, told Jo I dreamed about it, and he said it was true. This was disturbing to the point that when I really did wake up I had to ask Jo if he was alright.
In the other dream I dreamed Jo and I were at a Beastie Boys concert, except that Jay (from Kevin Smith's world) was one of the Beastie Boys. Somehow we spent a good deal of the concert outside where all of the band's trailers and equipment trucks were, and a good portion of the rest of it back stage. We hardly saw any of the real show. Not too many details there, just the facts. Oddly, I believe that this dream was also set near the lake from the earlier cancer dream, but the two dreams seemed otherwise unrelated.
In other news, I may be going to D.C., yet again, to do training at Georgetown. Maybe I'll get to join one of the "Freaks in Unusual Locations" events! Oh yes, and I've been planning mayhem. A festival of geeky mayhem, even. So this may also be the year of planning events.