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Well, IT is finally over.
I think, anyway. Kristine had a great Christmas, yay for that. I win. Not that I didn't pull through with a few gifts. A bowling ball, sweats, and a bass case. Sometimes I wonder if I really am a chick. HEE.
Speaking of bass, I think I'll practice today... gotta dig out my amp. Who the hell knows where I crammed it. New picks too! Sweet. However, I should probably practice fingering though. That sounds horrible. What else am I supposed to call it? Strumming, right. Theeeeere we go. *shakes head*
I got up early today, because I am idiot. My Chiro appointment is usually on Mondays, and so when I scheduled my new appointment, same time, but on the 27th.. I apparently made Monday the 27th in my head. Creature of habit, yeah? I got up, I showered, I even almost got half-way ready. Then I'm walking around the kitchen trying to find something semi-edible, before I realise that maybe I can't go out to lunch today, things may still be closed... but wow, my Chiro is open, and she likes time off. Wait... today's the 26th isn't it? ARGH.
Hey, at least I'm clean and good-smelly this early, albeit a bit blonder than usual.
YES!
This one wasn't TOO weird, but it definitely had me believing it was all real, while I dreamt it. Some dreams do that, and some don't. Some seem like a movie from a first-person perspective. And some feel like another reality I can't escape(or don't want to?).
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I'm at home, Kristine is too, and D seems to be somewhere else in the house. In this dream, I can drive. I don't drive in "Real Life". I decide to go to some local Veterinarian or Animal Shelter, but I believe it was the former. "I" was going to go see who was there. Since I can't explain why I would do this, I'm going to assume that perhaps I was a volunteer assistant.(something that I've considered doing in the past).
I arrive, and fast forward to seeing what looks like a great-dane sized dog with a close, curly, black coat. I'm enamored by him and meet him and his owner. This alone is odd, as I'm not a very social person by initiative. The man isn't really tall, but he's handsome in a natural kind of way. I believe he had kind of brown curly hair, a bit close, and a nice tan(not that oily leathery kind). He had the same type of handsome look that, say, Harrison Ford had in his 30s. He was dressed in a collared shirt and a tan pocketed vest. He looked like a photographer, that way.
I introduce myself, like I said, and play with his dog. We talk a bit, and eventually we're moving down some hallway...he's having trouble with the dog, but doesn't seem to care. I still can't come up with a correct description. It's as if the dog didn't really matter, but not exactly. I try to help him, and the dog cooperates. I have the dog sit.. follow me.. etc. No problem. The man seems distracted by the whole situation.
It seems as though our meeting was going to end soon, like one of those conversations you have with a stranger as you're waiting in line at a movie or something. You may have had a nice talk, but they're about to disappear from your life forever. For some reason "I" didn't want that to happen. I tell him that... that I know it's odd, but I feel connected to him somehow and feel compelled to "Get to know you more.".
Cut to my house... I invited him over. Like he was some lost puppy new in town, and felt as if it was a good idea to go to a stranger's house. Weird. He's sitting on the couch, his large leather satchel on the floor next to him. Then a laptop is on his knees. I'm almost leaning on him as I talk to him. Like we're two young high school kids trying to figure out this whole "flirting" thing. I can't explain why.
"You're not going to tell me anything about you? I mean, what do you do?"
"I can't really talk about that.." he says with an uncertain smile as he tilts his head, still staring at his laptop.
My husband comes in, I introduce him and all that jazz. Kristine even wanders over to sit next to him for introductions. I find myself then sitting next to him intead. The next few moments are a blur, and then he's on cellphone? Talking to someone named Ren? Wren?
He gives this person a signal, like an "okay". Someone's at the door. I get up, and the door opens, they're walking in. It's a slightly shorter than me woman. She's asian, middle-aged, but pretty in a friendly way. She's smiling, her full cheeks blossoming under her eyes. She's dressed in a uniform. It's mauve in color with gold trim, some black here and there. And boots. It's not a tight uniform, it's kind of puffy in places. A group of men come in behind her.
I'm alarmed, upset, wondering who these people are. They aren't brutal, they're just there. They look like an underground military. I feel "him" stand up behind me, to make his way over to this woman. He addresses her as this Ren/Wren. Commander? Maybe. I can't figure out what's going on. In fact, I'm annoyed now that I didn't even know his name. Maybe I did, and I forgot it later on.
Lots of conversation, quick conversation. Nodding. The only thing I have to go on is that they're here to "remove" us. From something. My mind quickly latches onto the idea that we're in some kind of Matrix-like existence. They're here to "fix" that. After this, everything is another blur.. no real details.. just "feeling" what was happening/happened. The next part is even weirder.. D and I are in some kind of military training facility, currently undergoing a session in a holo-unit of some sort. There's an impending invasion of some kind of.. demonic alien, not on a galactic or planetary scale. This particular session was merely ground combat. Mechs were involved.
Then I woke up.
I think, anyway. Kristine had a great Christmas, yay for that. I win. Not that I didn't pull through with a few gifts. A bowling ball, sweats, and a bass case. Sometimes I wonder if I really am a chick. HEE.
Speaking of bass, I think I'll practice today... gotta dig out my amp. Who the hell knows where I crammed it. New picks too! Sweet. However, I should probably practice fingering though. That sounds horrible. What else am I supposed to call it? Strumming, right. Theeeeere we go. *shakes head*
I got up early today, because I am idiot. My Chiro appointment is usually on Mondays, and so when I scheduled my new appointment, same time, but on the 27th.. I apparently made Monday the 27th in my head. Creature of habit, yeah? I got up, I showered, I even almost got half-way ready. Then I'm walking around the kitchen trying to find something semi-edible, before I realise that maybe I can't go out to lunch today, things may still be closed... but wow, my Chiro is open, and she likes time off. Wait... today's the 26th isn't it? ARGH.
Hey, at least I'm clean and good-smelly this early, albeit a bit blonder than usual.
YES!
This one wasn't TOO weird, but it definitely had me believing it was all real, while I dreamt it. Some dreams do that, and some don't. Some seem like a movie from a first-person perspective. And some feel like another reality I can't escape(or don't want to?).
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I'm at home, Kristine is too, and D seems to be somewhere else in the house. In this dream, I can drive. I don't drive in "Real Life". I decide to go to some local Veterinarian or Animal Shelter, but I believe it was the former. "I" was going to go see who was there. Since I can't explain why I would do this, I'm going to assume that perhaps I was a volunteer assistant.(something that I've considered doing in the past).
I arrive, and fast forward to seeing what looks like a great-dane sized dog with a close, curly, black coat. I'm enamored by him and meet him and his owner. This alone is odd, as I'm not a very social person by initiative. The man isn't really tall, but he's handsome in a natural kind of way. I believe he had kind of brown curly hair, a bit close, and a nice tan(not that oily leathery kind). He had the same type of handsome look that, say, Harrison Ford had in his 30s. He was dressed in a collared shirt and a tan pocketed vest. He looked like a photographer, that way.
I introduce myself, like I said, and play with his dog. We talk a bit, and eventually we're moving down some hallway...he's having trouble with the dog, but doesn't seem to care. I still can't come up with a correct description. It's as if the dog didn't really matter, but not exactly. I try to help him, and the dog cooperates. I have the dog sit.. follow me.. etc. No problem. The man seems distracted by the whole situation.
It seems as though our meeting was going to end soon, like one of those conversations you have with a stranger as you're waiting in line at a movie or something. You may have had a nice talk, but they're about to disappear from your life forever. For some reason "I" didn't want that to happen. I tell him that... that I know it's odd, but I feel connected to him somehow and feel compelled to "Get to know you more.".
Cut to my house... I invited him over. Like he was some lost puppy new in town, and felt as if it was a good idea to go to a stranger's house. Weird. He's sitting on the couch, his large leather satchel on the floor next to him. Then a laptop is on his knees. I'm almost leaning on him as I talk to him. Like we're two young high school kids trying to figure out this whole "flirting" thing. I can't explain why.
"You're not going to tell me anything about you? I mean, what do you do?"
"I can't really talk about that.." he says with an uncertain smile as he tilts his head, still staring at his laptop.
My husband comes in, I introduce him and all that jazz. Kristine even wanders over to sit next to him for introductions. I find myself then sitting next to him intead. The next few moments are a blur, and then he's on cellphone? Talking to someone named Ren? Wren?
He gives this person a signal, like an "okay". Someone's at the door. I get up, and the door opens, they're walking in. It's a slightly shorter than me woman. She's asian, middle-aged, but pretty in a friendly way. She's smiling, her full cheeks blossoming under her eyes. She's dressed in a uniform. It's mauve in color with gold trim, some black here and there. And boots. It's not a tight uniform, it's kind of puffy in places. A group of men come in behind her.
I'm alarmed, upset, wondering who these people are. They aren't brutal, they're just there. They look like an underground military. I feel "him" stand up behind me, to make his way over to this woman. He addresses her as this Ren/Wren. Commander? Maybe. I can't figure out what's going on. In fact, I'm annoyed now that I didn't even know his name. Maybe I did, and I forgot it later on.
Lots of conversation, quick conversation. Nodding. The only thing I have to go on is that they're here to "remove" us. From something. My mind quickly latches onto the idea that we're in some kind of Matrix-like existence. They're here to "fix" that. After this, everything is another blur.. no real details.. just "feeling" what was happening/happened. The next part is even weirder.. D and I are in some kind of military training facility, currently undergoing a session in a holo-unit of some sort. There's an impending invasion of some kind of.. demonic alien, not on a galactic or planetary scale. This particular session was merely ground combat. Mechs were involved.
Then I woke up.