Bad dreams and a basement cat
So. My sleep has been a bit troubled lately--though, I suppose troubled would be an understatement. Some nights, I'm able to sleep perfectly fine--those are AWESOME nights. Other nights, it's impossible for me to get a good night of rest. Most of the time, it is my cat causing the problem. If I don't let it stay in my room, it will either meow outside my door all night, keeping me from sleeping......or it will begin meowing outside my door at 5am, waking me up far earlier than intended. I solved this problem by letting the cat sleep in the room with me, and this solution worked for a while, until it started getting bored of not being paid attention to in the middle of the night, and climbing all over me / meowing until I was awake. If it is not my cat keeping me up, it is my insomnia.
And if it is not my insomnia, it is unwarranted nightmares--not unlike the one I had last night. So, I've been playing Fable 3 lately--and really really liking it. But that's besides the point, though still relevant. In my dream, I was playing the part of the prince/hero. I was in the middle of some quest, when I heard the familiar voice of a taunting garden gnome. A sinister grin playing itself onto my face, I took out my pistol and started hunting the little bastard. After about 15 minutes (dream time), I came round a boulder to find him hanging on the back. Taking aim, I was sure I'd be rid of him. Unfortunately, this wasn't the case. His eyes began to glow a deep crimson, and I found myself bound by an entangle effect. As though to accentuate the point, dark black roots came from the ground, wrapping themselves around my body, finally wrapping around my arm, until what looked like a strange, decrepit hand was open around the forearm pointing the pistol. One thing was different, though--this hand had hooks where fingers should be, each tipped with a barbed point. Nervous, I fired a shot: missed. Increasing my fear, I found the hand beginning to tighten, the points of said hooks pressing against my wrist. I fired another shot, and missed again. The hand's grip tightened, beginning to drive the barbed ends into my forearm. Now frantic, I began to fire shot after shot, each seeming to avoid the area around the gnome, it's shrill voice only continuing to taunt me. With each missed shot, the hand tightened, eventually driving the hooks through my arm--and the around to pierce them again, spiraling through my flesh.
Needless to say, I'm having a bit of an off morning. I actually woke up yelling, gripping my arm--I can still feel the pain there.
Aside from that, life has been...life. Kris and I are still going strong. Like any couple, we have our issues, but we're working through them together. I've now had FOUR interviews with Meditech--the first three rejected me, so here's hoping fourth time's the charm. Home life is getting worse, but that just urges me to work harder at moving out.
Either way, I've run out of updating steam. And it's lunchtime anyway, so....yeah. I'll update more often I SWEAR!
And if it is not my insomnia, it is unwarranted nightmares--not unlike the one I had last night. So, I've been playing Fable 3 lately--and really really liking it. But that's besides the point, though still relevant. In my dream, I was playing the part of the prince/hero. I was in the middle of some quest, when I heard the familiar voice of a taunting garden gnome. A sinister grin playing itself onto my face, I took out my pistol and started hunting the little bastard. After about 15 minutes (dream time), I came round a boulder to find him hanging on the back. Taking aim, I was sure I'd be rid of him. Unfortunately, this wasn't the case. His eyes began to glow a deep crimson, and I found myself bound by an entangle effect. As though to accentuate the point, dark black roots came from the ground, wrapping themselves around my body, finally wrapping around my arm, until what looked like a strange, decrepit hand was open around the forearm pointing the pistol. One thing was different, though--this hand had hooks where fingers should be, each tipped with a barbed point. Nervous, I fired a shot: missed. Increasing my fear, I found the hand beginning to tighten, the points of said hooks pressing against my wrist. I fired another shot, and missed again. The hand's grip tightened, beginning to drive the barbed ends into my forearm. Now frantic, I began to fire shot after shot, each seeming to avoid the area around the gnome, it's shrill voice only continuing to taunt me. With each missed shot, the hand tightened, eventually driving the hooks through my arm--and the around to pierce them again, spiraling through my flesh.
Needless to say, I'm having a bit of an off morning. I actually woke up yelling, gripping my arm--I can still feel the pain there.
Aside from that, life has been...life. Kris and I are still going strong. Like any couple, we have our issues, but we're working through them together. I've now had FOUR interviews with Meditech--the first three rejected me, so here's hoping fourth time's the charm. Home life is getting worse, but that just urges me to work harder at moving out.
Either way, I've run out of updating steam. And it's lunchtime anyway, so....yeah. I'll update more often I SWEAR!