Dreams
I'm up early ready to tackle the tasks at hand for today: I have to polish off editing Midlife, create a DVD menu for all the shorts, and then make about a dozen DVD duplicates that must be overnighted tomorrow morning. Then I have to burn a photoshop disc to send the distributor, upload the Fight the Monkey trailer for _the_antihero, address a package for the Ryans, and finally do laundry. With any luck I'll have a full evening to watch films and polish off Guy Maddin's excellent book, Secrets From the Atelier Tovar. I read to within 18 pages of the end last night, and found much solace within its pages.
I had the most vivid dream last night. I was at my maternal grandparents' house, but it was supposed to be the house I owned. All my friends were gathered there, because of some party we'd organized, and then we were going to head off to Silver Dollar City together as a group (a dream I still think of often). At the house tallwithglasses explained that lawpeeps (who was sitting right there) had gotten a broken leg in the past few days and couldn't go to Silver Dollar City with us. However, lawpeeps did mention he'd brought a pizza or something for us all to share.
Once we got to Silver Dollar City, we were all split up into groups. I was in Techix and looking_askance's team. We had barely gotten there when I became distracted. Despite the fact it was Techix's birthday and we only had a limited amount of time to be there (like three hours at most), I became worried about my laptop hidden under the rear seat of his pickup truck. I had it on with the lid barely raised, downloading a Dr. Who episode. I walked over and checked on it; Sure enough, the blue screen of death was up, with text that announced I'd been the victim of the Medea virus. This newfangled virus epidemic intrigued me. It didn't scare me as much as a trojan virus, because at least now it had more personality as the personification of a single individual.
As I began fiddling with this, merely attempting to shut it down so we could get on our way, I noticed Techix and Looking Askance standing around waiting impatiently. I felt bad and was about to tell them to go on without me, when they took off anyway. This made me feel worse. After walking around the whole park trying to find them, I circled back around to discover they were in the same area where we started. There was a dim bunk room next to the truck where they were taking a nap until I was ready. This made me feel even worse. Then I went to the next room and saw my old bosses' daughter but with long hair. She had become incredibly sultry all the sudden and drove me to intoxication. The room itself was dominated by a big bed (these side rooms were like the service access areas of the park).
I began talking to her and she was incredibly enthusiastic and friendly. As we were cuddled in the bed, I started asking if we could have sex right then and there, before my friends eventually returned to the truck. She kept playing off like she wanted to, but that all was not perfect for it right then. I explained it'd be the last chance in possibly forever. I began to get very frustrated. I realized I shouldn't have asked and just went for it since it seemed to be a pride issue. My friends showed up about then, all groggy from their nap. I knew they thought I must've slept with the girl since we were still cuddled in the bed. I wasn't sure how I felt about this.
I recognize everything from yesterday's events, but it was very strong, and hopefully very therapeutic.
I had the most vivid dream last night. I was at my maternal grandparents' house, but it was supposed to be the house I owned. All my friends were gathered there, because of some party we'd organized, and then we were going to head off to Silver Dollar City together as a group (a dream I still think of often). At the house tallwithglasses explained that lawpeeps (who was sitting right there) had gotten a broken leg in the past few days and couldn't go to Silver Dollar City with us. However, lawpeeps did mention he'd brought a pizza or something for us all to share.
Once we got to Silver Dollar City, we were all split up into groups. I was in Techix and looking_askance's team. We had barely gotten there when I became distracted. Despite the fact it was Techix's birthday and we only had a limited amount of time to be there (like three hours at most), I became worried about my laptop hidden under the rear seat of his pickup truck. I had it on with the lid barely raised, downloading a Dr. Who episode. I walked over and checked on it; Sure enough, the blue screen of death was up, with text that announced I'd been the victim of the Medea virus. This newfangled virus epidemic intrigued me. It didn't scare me as much as a trojan virus, because at least now it had more personality as the personification of a single individual.
As I began fiddling with this, merely attempting to shut it down so we could get on our way, I noticed Techix and Looking Askance standing around waiting impatiently. I felt bad and was about to tell them to go on without me, when they took off anyway. This made me feel worse. After walking around the whole park trying to find them, I circled back around to discover they were in the same area where we started. There was a dim bunk room next to the truck where they were taking a nap until I was ready. This made me feel even worse. Then I went to the next room and saw my old bosses' daughter but with long hair. She had become incredibly sultry all the sudden and drove me to intoxication. The room itself was dominated by a big bed (these side rooms were like the service access areas of the park).
I began talking to her and she was incredibly enthusiastic and friendly. As we were cuddled in the bed, I started asking if we could have sex right then and there, before my friends eventually returned to the truck. She kept playing off like she wanted to, but that all was not perfect for it right then. I explained it'd be the last chance in possibly forever. I began to get very frustrated. I realized I shouldn't have asked and just went for it since it seemed to be a pride issue. My friends showed up about then, all groggy from their nap. I knew they thought I must've slept with the girl since we were still cuddled in the bed. I wasn't sure how I felt about this.
I recognize everything from yesterday's events, but it was very strong, and hopefully very therapeutic.