Dream journal
I'm not sure whether the Red Cross is counting actual donations or just showing up. I would assume the former, but they said I did 24 donations within the last year (that is, "the last 365 days" as opposed to "during the course of 2009", and I didn't think I did all that many. But my scheduled donation this weekend (and for the near future) was deferred (probably for the best, considering timing). While putting it off might mess with the numbers, between that and their sending me a "VIP gift", I'm just going to preemptively assume that I can check that resolution off my list. (Also assuming, of course, a dedication and resolve to showing up when I am called similar to that I've shown so far).Another friend is looking for work. Give a shout-out if you know of anything; I'm assuming financial, lab, and office-related work are all appropriate venues for this person.Spent Friday night and much of Saturday afternoon cleaning, and did rather a good job of it if I do say so myself. Went out to send Georgia tax form (overstuffed envelope => more than one stamp, but less than two regular ones) and buy (too many) supplies for the upcoming event (the rest of which I'll probably bring to the next party or three to which I go). I was worried about game night flopping since 7:15 still had no guests, but... I'm usually the first one to Raul's. People showed up shortly thereafter, and we ended up having 12 people all told. I was (not surprisingly) slaughtered at Settlers, introduced people to Ticket to Ride and Guillotine, listened (and offered rules) as others played Chrononauts and Roborally, and stretched into the wee hours; our last two guests crashed on couches at around 4 AM.
I'm in some combination racing game and GTA hybrid; I'm trying to catch up to someone, and keep catching glimpses of them through traffic on the highway, but they're using a really cheap move akin to a Mario Kart blue shell where some mafiosos they've hired suddenly show up and either bump my car or rattle it with tommy guns. Eventually both the car (too busted up to move) and road (construction? potholes? barriers? don't remember) crap out, and they've definitely gotten away, but I still have to accomplish something. There's a large wintry hill with a few pines to my right, and I start running up it. The crunch of the frozen ground, and the way it breaks apart in my hands when I pick some up, especially catches my attention. I make my way towards a cabin set partway into the hill. The gangsters are chasing me, but I'm rather stealthy. I see raoin and Ryam exiting the cabin and, continuing my stealth and an impossible speed, I make my way past the entrance, up the hill, back over the roof, and jump down right behind Ryam. Unfortunately, I've forgotten about his dog, Tiger, who comes out right behind him from the door. Tiger in this case is Macintosh Matt's massive wolf-blooded dog, not our family's Tiger.
Spent most of Sunday with what would be a hangover if I drank any; as it was, probably either a sugar hangover or stress from sleeping at a weird angle. Bathrobe days can be nice, though.
Monday morning I'm wandering a lovely well-lit library with nice open areas, views of a forest outside, and small foyers with art exhibits. I come to a staff area and sit down for lunch and meet the Reverend Mothers, who apparently work here. They've both had jobs in similar offices, Omm especially with the school background, and are both very wise. The libraries are something of a hybrid of the newer sections of Woodruff, the new Avis G library, and one up towards Northlake I've only visited once.
Tuesday morning our house is sort of ramshackle and treehouse-like but the main living room is remarkably like their real living room. The family's all together and I'm playing the chase game with Willa's dog Eva who will run away if you have arms raised or outstretched, and run towards you if you run away from her. Smart girl. There are two other neighboring houses, one of which is dilapidated and occupied by antisocial folks, and the other is fancy and semi-modern (screen porches, breakfast nook, etc) and haunted. The owners of the second have parties all the time and use the haunted quality of the house as a cheap conversation starter and point of novelty, and (observing as an external viewer now rather than a character in the show) I get the impression that disaster is building with their arrogance and carelessness and the ghosts will soon do something truly frightening.
Despite the grim nature of the first and third dreams, I've really enjoyed dreaming lately. Took a long time to wake up this morning, despite getting to bed a little early. I think I might be getting allergic again, and my theory is that congestion leads to low oxygen intake leads to grogginess. I'll see what I can do about that.
(As if the game night thing wasn't proof enough) I have an incredible amount of geekiness to share; will do so in another post later today or tomorrow.
I'm in some combination racing game and GTA hybrid; I'm trying to catch up to someone, and keep catching glimpses of them through traffic on the highway, but they're using a really cheap move akin to a Mario Kart blue shell where some mafiosos they've hired suddenly show up and either bump my car or rattle it with tommy guns. Eventually both the car (too busted up to move) and road (construction? potholes? barriers? don't remember) crap out, and they've definitely gotten away, but I still have to accomplish something. There's a large wintry hill with a few pines to my right, and I start running up it. The crunch of the frozen ground, and the way it breaks apart in my hands when I pick some up, especially catches my attention. I make my way towards a cabin set partway into the hill. The gangsters are chasing me, but I'm rather stealthy. I see raoin and Ryam exiting the cabin and, continuing my stealth and an impossible speed, I make my way past the entrance, up the hill, back over the roof, and jump down right behind Ryam. Unfortunately, I've forgotten about his dog, Tiger, who comes out right behind him from the door. Tiger in this case is Macintosh Matt's massive wolf-blooded dog, not our family's Tiger.
Spent most of Sunday with what would be a hangover if I drank any; as it was, probably either a sugar hangover or stress from sleeping at a weird angle. Bathrobe days can be nice, though.
Monday morning I'm wandering a lovely well-lit library with nice open areas, views of a forest outside, and small foyers with art exhibits. I come to a staff area and sit down for lunch and meet the Reverend Mothers, who apparently work here. They've both had jobs in similar offices, Omm especially with the school background, and are both very wise. The libraries are something of a hybrid of the newer sections of Woodruff, the new Avis G library, and one up towards Northlake I've only visited once.
Tuesday morning our house is sort of ramshackle and treehouse-like but the main living room is remarkably like their real living room. The family's all together and I'm playing the chase game with Willa's dog Eva who will run away if you have arms raised or outstretched, and run towards you if you run away from her. Smart girl. There are two other neighboring houses, one of which is dilapidated and occupied by antisocial folks, and the other is fancy and semi-modern (screen porches, breakfast nook, etc) and haunted. The owners of the second have parties all the time and use the haunted quality of the house as a cheap conversation starter and point of novelty, and (observing as an external viewer now rather than a character in the show) I get the impression that disaster is building with their arrogance and carelessness and the ghosts will soon do something truly frightening.
Despite the grim nature of the first and third dreams, I've really enjoyed dreaming lately. Took a long time to wake up this morning, despite getting to bed a little early. I think I might be getting allergic again, and my theory is that congestion leads to low oxygen intake leads to grogginess. I'll see what I can do about that.
(As if the game night thing wasn't proof enough) I have an incredible amount of geekiness to share; will do so in another post later today or tomorrow.