Dreams
First entry in weeks, and I write to describe a dream.
I dreamt that I woke up, in my own bead in the dead of night. This is unfailingly disorienting, as those of you who've experienced it will know.
So I woke up, and there was this odd sound coming from the living room, a sort of rythmic thumping. I pulled on jeans and went out to look, and dimly seen in the dark, someone was trying to force my sliding glass door open.
So I did what any strapping fellow would do, and started for that selfsame door. The guy (dressed all in black, natch) ran away. (This is odd because I always keep the patio gate locked, but the sliding door unlocked. Anyway.) Strangely, my would-be burglar only ran across the courtyard of my apartment complex, and then hid in the shadows over there; I could see him the whole way.
At this point my temper was up, so I grabbed a bokken (why I didn't get my straightsword, don't ask me; I think it was some bizarre compunction against killing someone unless they were actually in my house and a danger) and go out my front door and running after him.
He saw me, got a ridiculous expression on his face, and took to his heels... but he only fled out to the sidewalk and then stopped. I came right up to him, sword over one shoulder, and we had a discussion.
Mostly it was me telling him if he set foot on the property again I would kick his ass and then call the cops. He was sort of dithering, noncommittal, and snide, and apparently he didn't think I was serious because he started to step past me. So I hit him. What would you have done?
He stopped, surprised, and I told him I was calling the cops if he took another step in the wrong direction. But then... then I asked him, in a genuinely curious way, why he would steal from people, and what had those people ever done. I vaguely recall taking it rather personally. You know, for some reason. He started talking nonsense about how he was a college student in Berkeley and didn't have any spare money, while I stared in disbelief.
Around this point, a cop just drove by. I'll note that this 'conversation' was happening between me in just jeans, with a wooden sword ready in my hands, and some shifty guy in all black, in the dead of night. But the cop just eyed us and kept driving.
I was still staring in disbelief I woke up.
... You know, I think I really am too nice a guy for my own good.
I dreamt that I woke up, in my own bead in the dead of night. This is unfailingly disorienting, as those of you who've experienced it will know.
So I woke up, and there was this odd sound coming from the living room, a sort of rythmic thumping. I pulled on jeans and went out to look, and dimly seen in the dark, someone was trying to force my sliding glass door open.
So I did what any strapping fellow would do, and started for that selfsame door. The guy (dressed all in black, natch) ran away. (This is odd because I always keep the patio gate locked, but the sliding door unlocked. Anyway.) Strangely, my would-be burglar only ran across the courtyard of my apartment complex, and then hid in the shadows over there; I could see him the whole way.
At this point my temper was up, so I grabbed a bokken (why I didn't get my straightsword, don't ask me; I think it was some bizarre compunction against killing someone unless they were actually in my house and a danger) and go out my front door and running after him.
He saw me, got a ridiculous expression on his face, and took to his heels... but he only fled out to the sidewalk and then stopped. I came right up to him, sword over one shoulder, and we had a discussion.
Mostly it was me telling him if he set foot on the property again I would kick his ass and then call the cops. He was sort of dithering, noncommittal, and snide, and apparently he didn't think I was serious because he started to step past me. So I hit him. What would you have done?
He stopped, surprised, and I told him I was calling the cops if he took another step in the wrong direction. But then... then I asked him, in a genuinely curious way, why he would steal from people, and what had those people ever done. I vaguely recall taking it rather personally. You know, for some reason. He started talking nonsense about how he was a college student in Berkeley and didn't have any spare money, while I stared in disbelief.
Around this point, a cop just drove by. I'll note that this 'conversation' was happening between me in just jeans, with a wooden sword ready in my hands, and some shifty guy in all black, in the dead of night. But the cop just eyed us and kept driving.
I was still staring in disbelief I woke up.
... You know, I think I really am too nice a guy for my own good.