Fun night with Robin + really fucked up dream while snoozing after I went home
So this is from the middle of an email to Robin I just sent, Edited for publicness.
So I am going to be in this program thing which is supposed to be slightly prestigeous.... Because all the classes are "Connected" if I miss 1 "class" I get dropped from the program till next year. Don't know if you have heard of it, "Master Gardeners"... anyways those classes are Tuesdays and Thursday early morning till 4:30 in the afternoon with a total of 45 minutes of break (a few 5 minute breaks+1 15 minute "lunch break" (not 'technically' legal with state and national work laws but they got some loopholes)). :( :( :( So yeah I don't have a "spring break"... YET.... I am seriously trying to find a positive balance to this gardener thing and I have come with nothing that comes close to worth it. Sure it is free {except for 60 volunteer hours over a year (nothing really)} and I could probably be able to easily get a job at any plant nursery (which I really don't want to work at) after I am done with it, but I don't get a much needed break, I have to get up at 7:00 twice a week which pretty much means sleeping in a different bed every night, listening to some elitist fuck ramble on about what they do for their roses when it gets such-and-such blight or pest, then once I am done with the "class" ramble the same information back to some person whose entire life revolves around taking care of their roses so their yard looks pretty for that lesser race (to roses) called 'humans' that said floral fanatic never wishes to converse with. Oh and it is 4 months of these "classes" if I remember right. *BITCH!*WHINE!*MOAN!*
I think everybody can see in which direction I am probably going to decide.
I am sorta impressed with that rant considering I wrote it while talking about unrelated things on the phone with a friend...
So I spent Wednesday night with Robin and since everybody knows where everybody stands,
*EDITED SECTION HAS BEEN REMOVED*
After the splitting headaches and mini anxiety attacks and no longer having the presence of comforting company around, (after I went home) that stuff really fucks with my dreams.... At one point in one of the dreams I was walking around a city (I think it was downtown Bham along railroad ave. towards the bus station) made entirely of something that was like half way between warm wax and soft modeling clay. It was all like basic colors (one type of red, one type of green, etc). I watched a car's wheel fall off, the car slammed into a "brick" wall at ~50 mph just to bend in the wall a few feet, the car body just went splat and crumpled up all squishy like. The family inside the car (solid like real people but their faces were just blank skin colored voids, no distinguishing features at all) just pulled themselves out of the blob/car wreckage, and walked off. Everybody was like the car family in appearance and speaking some language that sounded like taking all the modern earth languages, intermixing the words entirely, and then playing it backwards. Later in another setting, some hobo type person (real like person) started a knife fight with me except he had similar properties as the cop in Terminator 2 but instead of looking like liquid metal, it was a lurid mix of fluorescent colors that were slowly churning around. Then just before he finally stabs me in the heart the ground below us breaks away and I drop like 20' onto the top of an endless freight train.... except the train wasn't riding on rails... it was riding on a sea of really polluted yet calm water with no land in any direction. The psychedelic-liquid-filled hobo fell into the water but disappeared on contact with the water into a pulse of greenish light that moved outwards really quickly. I started walking towards the "front" of the train trying to find a way down into the actual train. After a few minutes we (the train cars I was standing on and I) came into a cool feeling haze/fog that cut down visibility to about 200 feet. As soon as the fog seemed to be completely surrounding me; it condensed into a floating, swirling sphere about 3 feet in diameter a good 4 train cars "up train" (forward?) of me. It was changing colors in time to the *click*click*click* of the train wheels on the non-existent rails. In the weird language the city people were speaking before, it talked to me and I had the urge to go to it. As I approached, it moved away. At first at walking speed but quickly speeding up. Feeling anxious that it was leaving me, I started to run after the globe of fog/energy. It floating faster and faster; me running faster and faster. Soon we seemed to top out at what felt like 400 mph. After what seemed like 5 minutes, I just stopped running for the hell of it and the orb stopped. As I was catching my breath it floated towards me getting smaller and smaller. I felt completely calm. When it got to me it was about 4 inches in diameter. As it touched me, I felt as if every cell of my body just flew in all directions. It was not painful at all, just I felt distant from everything including my body, soul, and mind. Not quite like they were distant from each other, though they were, but some other form of 'I' was distant from everything. Then for a split second I was re-composed and I woke up to the doorbell ringing... Just some stupid door-to-door marketing types.
Also today I finally got around to calling Rachel, AKA 'Rscoot03'. I had gotten her phone number from hotmail some how and she said it was fine if I remembered it to make use of it. Not that we talked about all that much, just chatted about things, but I now have a voice to associate with an IRC nick and she has mine likewise. :)
Tiedyeguy
So I am going to be in this program thing which is supposed to be slightly prestigeous.... Because all the classes are "Connected" if I miss 1 "class" I get dropped from the program till next year. Don't know if you have heard of it, "Master Gardeners"... anyways those classes are Tuesdays and Thursday early morning till 4:30 in the afternoon with a total of 45 minutes of break (a few 5 minute breaks+1 15 minute "lunch break" (not 'technically' legal with state and national work laws but they got some loopholes)). :( :( :( So yeah I don't have a "spring break"... YET.... I am seriously trying to find a positive balance to this gardener thing and I have come with nothing that comes close to worth it. Sure it is free {except for 60 volunteer hours over a year (nothing really)} and I could probably be able to easily get a job at any plant nursery (which I really don't want to work at) after I am done with it, but I don't get a much needed break, I have to get up at 7:00 twice a week which pretty much means sleeping in a different bed every night, listening to some elitist fuck ramble on about what they do for their roses when it gets such-and-such blight or pest, then once I am done with the "class" ramble the same information back to some person whose entire life revolves around taking care of their roses so their yard looks pretty for that lesser race (to roses) called 'humans' that said floral fanatic never wishes to converse with. Oh and it is 4 months of these "classes" if I remember right. *BITCH!*WHINE!*MOAN!*
I think everybody can see in which direction I am probably going to decide.
I am sorta impressed with that rant considering I wrote it while talking about unrelated things on the phone with a friend...
So I spent Wednesday night with Robin and since everybody knows where everybody stands,
*EDITED SECTION HAS BEEN REMOVED*
After the splitting headaches and mini anxiety attacks and no longer having the presence of comforting company around, (after I went home) that stuff really fucks with my dreams.... At one point in one of the dreams I was walking around a city (I think it was downtown Bham along railroad ave. towards the bus station) made entirely of something that was like half way between warm wax and soft modeling clay. It was all like basic colors (one type of red, one type of green, etc). I watched a car's wheel fall off, the car slammed into a "brick" wall at ~50 mph just to bend in the wall a few feet, the car body just went splat and crumpled up all squishy like. The family inside the car (solid like real people but their faces were just blank skin colored voids, no distinguishing features at all) just pulled themselves out of the blob/car wreckage, and walked off. Everybody was like the car family in appearance and speaking some language that sounded like taking all the modern earth languages, intermixing the words entirely, and then playing it backwards. Later in another setting, some hobo type person (real like person) started a knife fight with me except he had similar properties as the cop in Terminator 2 but instead of looking like liquid metal, it was a lurid mix of fluorescent colors that were slowly churning around. Then just before he finally stabs me in the heart the ground below us breaks away and I drop like 20' onto the top of an endless freight train.... except the train wasn't riding on rails... it was riding on a sea of really polluted yet calm water with no land in any direction. The psychedelic-liquid-filled hobo fell into the water but disappeared on contact with the water into a pulse of greenish light that moved outwards really quickly. I started walking towards the "front" of the train trying to find a way down into the actual train. After a few minutes we (the train cars I was standing on and I) came into a cool feeling haze/fog that cut down visibility to about 200 feet. As soon as the fog seemed to be completely surrounding me; it condensed into a floating, swirling sphere about 3 feet in diameter a good 4 train cars "up train" (forward?) of me. It was changing colors in time to the *click*click*click* of the train wheels on the non-existent rails. In the weird language the city people were speaking before, it talked to me and I had the urge to go to it. As I approached, it moved away. At first at walking speed but quickly speeding up. Feeling anxious that it was leaving me, I started to run after the globe of fog/energy. It floating faster and faster; me running faster and faster. Soon we seemed to top out at what felt like 400 mph. After what seemed like 5 minutes, I just stopped running for the hell of it and the orb stopped. As I was catching my breath it floated towards me getting smaller and smaller. I felt completely calm. When it got to me it was about 4 inches in diameter. As it touched me, I felt as if every cell of my body just flew in all directions. It was not painful at all, just I felt distant from everything including my body, soul, and mind. Not quite like they were distant from each other, though they were, but some other form of 'I' was distant from everything. Then for a split second I was re-composed and I woke up to the doorbell ringing... Just some stupid door-to-door marketing types.
Also today I finally got around to calling Rachel, AKA 'Rscoot03'. I had gotten her phone number from hotmail some how and she said it was fine if I remembered it to make use of it. Not that we talked about all that much, just chatted about things, but I now have a voice to associate with an IRC nick and she has mine likewise. :)
Tiedyeguy