Two dreams and name-dropping
Friday night:
Setting: the last 2 rows in the front centre section of an auditorium: 30 to 50 seats filled with Players. At least 1 row in front of us was completely empty, but there were other non-Players people in the auditorium, not paying attention to us.
I was in the (house)right-most seat in the second-to-last row of the section, talking to lytningbug, who was in the second or third seat in the row behind me, and
shatterwake who was next to her.
outoforder2day was standing beside me with a modern-looking 9mm handgun. He asked for a volunteer to be the first to die, but in a cryptic way that meant they wouldn't really die. It might have been a LARP or part of some kind of theatre game. Most of the people in the two rows saw and heard, but most of them didn't appear concerned. While I internally debated volunteering, someone I thought was
superlib in a clown costume, but was probably Jen the GM, volunteered. She got up and left, and 2 or 3 more seats were emptied by volunteers, and I had still not volunteered.
lytningbug also did not volunteer, and there was significance in that.
Interpretation: missed opportunities as result of waiting instead of going for the unknown.
Saturday night:
After class on the last day of training in NYC. Bill was there, but no recollection of Todd having been in the class. (The two coworkers who are supposed to take it with me.) I hadn't gone shopping on St Mark's Place yet because the evenings went by so quickly. Instead I'd been stopping at a nearby mall every day, that I was now tired of, and spending more than I'd meant to on food. I was going to meet
coderanger and had only 1 casual outfit. Something about cleaning clothes.
At one point I was driving, somewhere ... near suburbs but not in them ... that in my dream should have been familiar to me but the roads were different. Backroads with few or no buildings, that look like they should be approaching highways around a turn, but just lead to more backroads.
Back in the city. Following around this photographer guy with short red or blond hair. Sort of a cross between
singebkdrft and
abittermemory, but a stranger (well, someone I'd met there earlier in the week). He was taking my group out to dinner on his corporate card; there was some kind of business deal, and more people were invited than should have been, and I was one who probably shouldn't have been there. Went to a club with
bluewindkitsune and the photographer was there. He asked if I wanted to see his apartment -- he explained he was moving, and had to transfer the lease right away. I thought I shouldn't go see a mostly-stranger's apartment, but that somehow it was ok, so I said sure. He then said I probably wouldn't want to live there though, and probably never heard of the area it was in. I asked where it was, and he said the name of the area, that started with E, that I'd never heard of. He showed me on a map, and it was on Staten Island. Heh, I suppose it could have been Eltingville, if my mind is really that connected with google maps when I'm sleeping.
Interpretation: bring enough casual clothes, you're not working all the time.
Setting: the last 2 rows in the front centre section of an auditorium: 30 to 50 seats filled with Players. At least 1 row in front of us was completely empty, but there were other non-Players people in the auditorium, not paying attention to us.
I was in the (house)right-most seat in the second-to-last row of the section, talking to lytningbug, who was in the second or third seat in the row behind me, and
shatterwake who was next to her.
outoforder2day was standing beside me with a modern-looking 9mm handgun. He asked for a volunteer to be the first to die, but in a cryptic way that meant they wouldn't really die. It might have been a LARP or part of some kind of theatre game. Most of the people in the two rows saw and heard, but most of them didn't appear concerned. While I internally debated volunteering, someone I thought was
superlib in a clown costume, but was probably Jen the GM, volunteered. She got up and left, and 2 or 3 more seats were emptied by volunteers, and I had still not volunteered.
lytningbug also did not volunteer, and there was significance in that.
Interpretation: missed opportunities as result of waiting instead of going for the unknown.
Saturday night:
After class on the last day of training in NYC. Bill was there, but no recollection of Todd having been in the class. (The two coworkers who are supposed to take it with me.) I hadn't gone shopping on St Mark's Place yet because the evenings went by so quickly. Instead I'd been stopping at a nearby mall every day, that I was now tired of, and spending more than I'd meant to on food. I was going to meet
coderanger and had only 1 casual outfit. Something about cleaning clothes.
At one point I was driving, somewhere ... near suburbs but not in them ... that in my dream should have been familiar to me but the roads were different. Backroads with few or no buildings, that look like they should be approaching highways around a turn, but just lead to more backroads.
Back in the city. Following around this photographer guy with short red or blond hair. Sort of a cross between
singebkdrft and
abittermemory, but a stranger (well, someone I'd met there earlier in the week). He was taking my group out to dinner on his corporate card; there was some kind of business deal, and more people were invited than should have been, and I was one who probably shouldn't have been there. Went to a club with
bluewindkitsune and the photographer was there. He asked if I wanted to see his apartment -- he explained he was moving, and had to transfer the lease right away. I thought I shouldn't go see a mostly-stranger's apartment, but that somehow it was ok, so I said sure. He then said I probably wouldn't want to live there though, and probably never heard of the area it was in. I asked where it was, and he said the name of the area, that started with E, that I'd never heard of. He showed me on a map, and it was on Staten Island. Heh, I suppose it could have been Eltingville, if my mind is really that connected with google maps when I'm sleeping.
Interpretation: bring enough casual clothes, you're not working all the time.