Some talk about dreams, shoes, and writing programs
Hwaet! I'm in a car, in Indiana, and I'm driving to Indianapolis to buy peyote buttons. (These are very important, even though I'm not sure what the hell they are. Peyote, yes. Peyote buttons, no.) I'm having one of those moments of, "Am I lost? I'm lost. Okay, how'd I get myself lost?" and finally, I figure out I'm lost because I'm going south. I need to go north to reach Indianapolis and the peyote buttons, which are really important for me to get.
My car explodes.
I come awake--not wake up, because there's nothing volitional about this. I am AWAKE because something just EXPLODED in my room. My cat is awake on my hip, and she's giving me that "What the HELL?" look.
Then I realize it's another ABQ thunderstorm that's parked itself relatively close to the house. ('Itself.' HA. Himself or herself. Kudos to Rachel Caine.) It thunders again, and it's loud. There are car alarms going off in the parking lot. My heart is pounding, not because I'm afraid of thunder--I rather like it--but because the reptile brain has automatically kicked on the adrenaline. I'm having a stress reaction without being mentally stressed. So I reach over and unplug the laptop and go back to a not entirely restful sleep. (Mal, why are you setting fire to RVs? With people in them?)
Needless to say, I didn't get to campus early this morning. Work shoes = still not good for walking around in. Yes, that picture is crystal clear now.
On another note, this, a web based word processor, looks interesting.
My car explodes.
I come awake--not wake up, because there's nothing volitional about this. I am AWAKE because something just EXPLODED in my room. My cat is awake on my hip, and she's giving me that "What the HELL?" look.
Then I realize it's another ABQ thunderstorm that's parked itself relatively close to the house. ('Itself.' HA. Himself or herself. Kudos to Rachel Caine.) It thunders again, and it's loud. There are car alarms going off in the parking lot. My heart is pounding, not because I'm afraid of thunder--I rather like it--but because the reptile brain has automatically kicked on the adrenaline. I'm having a stress reaction without being mentally stressed. So I reach over and unplug the laptop and go back to a not entirely restful sleep. (Mal, why are you setting fire to RVs? With people in them?)
Needless to say, I didn't get to campus early this morning. Work shoes = still not good for walking around in. Yes, that picture is crystal clear now.
On another note, this, a web based word processor, looks interesting.