Hanging out in my old haunts is stirring me up a lot. Mostly good, not all. Meanwhile, last night I dreamt I'd mailed myself my own piano. (The one the souls of my ancestors live in.)

Might be a tough day today.

Because of the Late Unpleasantness in my lower GI immediately following on a chemo weekend, I slept about two weeks straight with Lorazepam every night. These past two nights I've foregone the pill, and have slept for beans as a result. This frustrates me ( Read more... )

My subconscious went into overdrive last night. It's the first night in about three weeks that I slept without the aid of Lorazepam. This led to some very fitful sleep with lots of periods of wakefulness. That tends to increase my memory of my dreams. They were weird ( Read more... )

Had an unusual dream last night. It was very plot-oriented, and barely personal at all. Basically, my subconscious coughed up the first two-thirds of a movie or novel plot. This all started with a request from a Balkan nation for a technician to come service their repurposed Studebaker plant for which tooling had been purchased decades earlier. It ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt I was involved in the lengthy process of filming a BBC documentary (or possibly mockumentary) about searching for lost Norman treasure in an old English country village. Somehow this eventually transmogrified into me sitting in the driver's seat of a parked SUV with diplomatic plates in downtown Almaty, Kazakhstan talking to a ( Read more... )

Wow, the dreams last night. I almost miss taking the Lorazepam, which is not a sentence I'd ever thought I'd say ( Read more... )

Saturday night, I dreamt I'd started a novelty toy line called "Organ Pockets". Basically, I was selling 1:1 replicas of human organs in either plushie form or as foam rubber, and each came in a tailored pocket with zipper and snaps, where the pocket was available in leather, latex or various flannels. One of my production challenges was that human ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a pretty good day. We had a small family-and-friends fondue party. ( Read more... )

Last night's dream was a mix of most of my current anxieties and life issues. Hilariously so.

At first, I was at a convention with Lisa Costello. I wasn't Guest of Honor, but I was something like Toastmaster. After rehearsing for the banquet where there was going to be a ceremony, I realized it was going to be one of the coolest ceremonies ever. ( Read more... )

Very strange dream last night. I was driving back to Portland from somewhere in the old, old Genre car - the gray Chrysler sedan that IRL I sold about four years ago. But I wasn't really in Oregon, as the physical geography was more like the trip from San Antonio to Austin. There were a lot of construction projects tearing up abandoned railway ( Read more... )