Good morning... :/
Okay, I'm back. And the War was a freaking blast. Well-- except for the rain and the mud and the cold, but I've been through worse wars, so all in all it was really good. Camping with the Great Dark Horde was just amazing; it disproved anything bad I've ever heard about them and reinforced all the good things. Wonderful, wonderful people.
However... I caught a whopper of a cold, and therefore upon returning I took cold meds. Now, cold meds do several things to me: they knock me out and they make me dream detailed, weird-ass dreams.
First off, everybody over in
domino_effect_? Go ahead and laugh at me, but PLEASE tell me if you've ever had anything similar, okay? See-- in the dream, me and my flatmate Icka worked at the same place: some sort of records-maintanance company where our incredibly boring jobs consisted of counting and recording the data from little stacks of what looked like coded punch-cards of some sort. Very, very boring. And I showed up for work. But the problem here, the problem was that it was not me that worked there: it was Serenity Wheeler, my
domino_effect_ alter-ego. And what she knew about her job, I did not know-- didn't have a single clue at all. I didn't even know where my DESK was, or what room to go to, or anything at all..... So I wandered around for 3 hours (I remember that it was 3) trying to find it, only to be sent there by this huge, looming, permanently-angry office-manager woman in a penitentiary-gray dress. TRIED to do the job, but I screwed it up... and I just quit; announced my quitting and walked out, uncomfortably aware that Serenity was *really* going to be pissed about this when she realized what had happened. Served her right for sleeping late inside my head, though...
So: I left, and went home. 'Home' seemed to be a bizarre mix of my apartment and the house I grew up in back in Florida. While there, I went outside to get some air (for some reason the house was massively uncomfortable to be in) and happened to look up at the tall, tall pine-trees that my and my neighbor's yards shared... and hanging by a rope from a limb maybe 30 feet up was a body. Couldn't make out much from the ground, but there was something like a blue sleeping-bag draped over a branch beside the body; odd. So I went back inside and got somebody to call the police, who were just arriving when I woke up due to my kitten Bob biting me on the nose.
WTF?? WTF?? I say it again: WTF?? Stupid cold-meds.
Okay, am now going to blow my nose and curl up with MORE cold-meds, as I feel like crap. I've canceled my dentist appointment (I'd like to be able to breathe while they work on me, thanks) in a great display of practical cowardice, and later on I'll upload pics from the War for people to see. Bye...
Aaaatchoo!
However... I caught a whopper of a cold, and therefore upon returning I took cold meds. Now, cold meds do several things to me: they knock me out and they make me dream detailed, weird-ass dreams.
First off, everybody over in
domino_effect_? Go ahead and laugh at me, but PLEASE tell me if you've ever had anything similar, okay? See-- in the dream, me and my flatmate Icka worked at the same place: some sort of records-maintanance company where our incredibly boring jobs consisted of counting and recording the data from little stacks of what looked like coded punch-cards of some sort. Very, very boring. And I showed up for work. But the problem here, the problem was that it was not me that worked there: it was Serenity Wheeler, my
domino_effect_ alter-ego. And what she knew about her job, I did not know-- didn't have a single clue at all. I didn't even know where my DESK was, or what room to go to, or anything at all..... So I wandered around for 3 hours (I remember that it was 3) trying to find it, only to be sent there by this huge, looming, permanently-angry office-manager woman in a penitentiary-gray dress. TRIED to do the job, but I screwed it up... and I just quit; announced my quitting and walked out, uncomfortably aware that Serenity was *really* going to be pissed about this when she realized what had happened. Served her right for sleeping late inside my head, though...
So: I left, and went home. 'Home' seemed to be a bizarre mix of my apartment and the house I grew up in back in Florida. While there, I went outside to get some air (for some reason the house was massively uncomfortable to be in) and happened to look up at the tall, tall pine-trees that my and my neighbor's yards shared... and hanging by a rope from a limb maybe 30 feet up was a body. Couldn't make out much from the ground, but there was something like a blue sleeping-bag draped over a branch beside the body; odd. So I went back inside and got somebody to call the police, who were just arriving when I woke up due to my kitten Bob biting me on the nose.
WTF?? WTF?? I say it again: WTF?? Stupid cold-meds.
Okay, am now going to blow my nose and curl up with MORE cold-meds, as I feel like crap. I've canceled my dentist appointment (I'd like to be able to breathe while they work on me, thanks) in a great display of practical cowardice, and later on I'll upload pics from the War for people to see. Bye...
Aaaatchoo!