Deadpool’s baby bedroom: a dream

35 days ’til I turn 38! And now for a dream. Since starting this antidepressant, my dreams have become more memorable again.

I was playing WoW or a similar game, though the dream couldn’t make up its mind whether it was a game or just a part of reality. Anyway, I was going along an ocean beach when I saw Deadpool heading into the water to swim across to some island to do a quest there. For ease of swimming, he dropped a bunch of stuff he was carrying into a pile in the breakers.

The stuff all seemed to be similarly colored — jewel-toned purple and aqua — and in some interest I tried to adjust the camera angle so I could look at it more easily. But I accidentally clicked on the pile and ended up picking up a bunch of items instead. Annoyed at the circumstance (and aware in the back of my head that Deadpool might think I was trying to rob him and become murderously angry), I started sorting through my own inventory in order to re-drop the stuff I’d mistakenly taken.

I was able in so doing to examine some of Deadpool’s items more closely. It appeared he was preparing to decorate a baby’s bedroom, and I adored the colors and the coordination of the objects. Unfortunately, I too was carrying a shit-ton of junk, and I’d only managed to re-drop a few of the adorable things before Deadpool came back from the island, grabbed his pile without appearing to notice it was incomplete, and ran off before I could say a word to him (jumping as he ran the way you do in WoW).

Then I spent the rest of the dream trying to track him down so I could return the last of his possessions and compliment him on his superb interior design sensibilities. When I finally found him, he wasn’t even mad.

There was more to the dream than this — it was mostly an explore-the-house dream, apparently a grandparent’s house with a ridiculous number of closets, and there were kids and a dachshund and an indoor pool party with a giant inflatable floating pool-house-thing — but that part with Deadpool’s baby bedroom items was what I really thought worth writing down.

Funeral report and whatnot

Sister P joined us from Georgia, and brought Malachi, her youngest (except for the one that’s incubating), along with. I shared a hotel room with them, and since Malachi is 23 months old and got sick for a while, there was a lot of Disney Jr. and not a lot of sleep.

Dad was the main speaker at the funeral, and, as he has always been an incredibly good speaker, that went well. There were a couple of poor musical numbers (we are a family of choir voices, not soloists), including the obligatory couldn’t-get-through-the-last-verse-because-crying-too-hard piece. Then we went to the cemetery for a short graveside service, including the military honors.

At least one of the Air Force Honor Guard members was a woman, which meant more to me than most other things that happened around these events. And I think I cried harder than at anything else when the bugler played Taps. Then, when they fired the salute, little Malachi very cheerfully said, “Uh-oh!” and that was the best possible touch.

Grandma did not attend any of the gatherings, because her Alzheimer’s is progressed so far that she would only have been miserable and paranoid at such things, but we did visit her afterward. A very kind and dedicated cousin has been living with and taking care of her; well done that cousin, and may she have a just reward.

Mostle and Jakebii also joined us from Utah, and it was the first time all six members of my immediate family had been together for several years. That was nice, but dealing with extended family is always a pain in the ass.

Extended family (unless you keep in close touch with them) is essentially a group of strangers, and your chances are just as good with them as with an actual group of strangers of finding common interests to discuss. But since they’re family, you’re forced to interact with them. Oh, and did I mention they probably have all of your personal flaws, too? Ugh.

In happier news, I did get to watch the Broncos game in the hotel room on Sunday. I seriously thought we had no chance against the Pats a second time, so I was very pleasantly surprised! We’re going to the Super Bowl!!!

In the Denver airport, I had to take a selfie with the signs I’d read about on the internet, because I love thems:

One night, as I slept imperfectly in a hotel bed, I dreamed about a zombie infestation in the mansion I was in. I was trying to find a sock for one of them. Then the paladins arrived, led by Deanna Troi, and I knew we were shifting genres from survival horror to action. That was a relief.

We got home from Washington late (by my standards) on Monday evening, and Beeks spent an hour jumping four feet in the air. Today I went back to work tired and with a super cold out of nowhere (seriously it sprang at me at precisely 11:30 this morning), but it’s been a decent day. Next week we’ll go to Disneyland for a more cheerful time out of town.

My grandfather always loved photography so much that I must not neglect to end this entry with the customary random assortment of pictures.

Seriously what does this look like.

Once I saw this squirrel as I was pulling out of the garage.

OK, you can’t even see her if you increase the brightness, but WAYBEE IS IN THAT BOX. A black box was around, and even though it was on the counter where she’s not supposed to be, she couldn’t resist getting into it and camouflaging. Ju can just see a bit of one little foot. ACH WAYBEE.

Visions flowing, slowly shedding light, memories swimming in the sea of time

Happy Densetsu no Saigo Hen day! I wish I had a story to post to celebrate this day, but it’s the middle of the month, so I’ll just make a personal entry instead. Stuff’s piling up, as usual, for me to post about in any case.

I had a birthday! Despite being sick, I enjoyed it very much. We were going to go to Bishop Castle on the Monday, assuming I felt well enough, only then brother didn’t get out of bed until after noon and wasn’t showered and ready for life until 1400, so there wasn’t enough time. But then he made me a birthday dinner and a birthday cake and also bought me totally unnecessary presents, so I suppose he kinda redeemed himself XD

It was a spice cake with butterscotch pudding and whipped cream on top, and it was FREAKING DELICIOUS. It only had 32 candles because I fail at maths and for some reason thought that two packages of 16 would be sufficient. Seriously, though, I think it’s time to stop doing all the candles, because having to buy three packages just seems silly and they take an eternity to light and get wax all over the cake by the time they’re done. I’ll get some numbers or something next year.

We had snow yesterday. Just thought I’d mention.

Today I got a new tattoo. For some reason, I really love the way a new tattoo smells.

Now neither the angels in Heaven above, nor the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my arm from the sign of the wonderful E.A.P..

I made the appointment to get that tattoo yesterday, and I was so excited about it that it caused me to dream about something else I’m excited about, which is our Disney World trip in December. Did I mention that several members of my family are going to Disney World in December, and ever since that plan was made I’ve been dreaming about it?

Anyone that follows my personal entries must be well aware, of course, that I dream about Disneyland all the freaking time. But I’ve actually been to Disneyland, and never to Disney World, so the Disney World dreams are even less accurate than my already weird Disneyland dreams. The same theme is often present, though: Oh, crap, I’ve been here three days and haven’t gone on any rides yet!! As I’ve mentioned before, I always wonder what my dream thinks I have found to do in Disneyplace for three days besides going on any rides XD

I also dreamed I was Luann DeGroot. I was on my way to a high school prom in a car full of people, two of whom were elves and one of whom was an adult man that I think was a co-worker of my father. This guy made an incredibly racist comment about elves, and I got so angry at him that I launched into this lengthy rant that ended by telling him to get out of my car and crying off all my carefully applied makeup.

When I mentioned this to my family, the predominant first response, besides incredulous laughter, was, “When was the last time you read Luann?” Because we haven’t gotten a newspaper around here for probably a decade XD

Also! I got bitten RIGHT IN THE FACE by a miniature pinscher. It’s probably going to turn into a pretty badass scar. That was not a dream; that was a work thing. I have yet to get a decent picture of it, though; the light’s always bad and you can’t see it clearly. It’s a line maybe 3/4 of an inch long on my chin.

Oh, speaking of work things… the other day, a co-worker and I were scrubbing/assembling packs, which is a thing we do facing this big ol’ window onto the parking lot. The parking lot on that side of the building is an alley between our building and the next businesses over. So this guy pulls into the space right in front of us, and we start joking about how he’s probably waiting there for a drug dealer because he has no license plate (only a super fake handwritten fakie temporary tag with just a date on it) and he backed into the space as if to facilitate a quick getaway if needed.

And then this other car with all tinted windows pulls up, a guy — a guy in a shirt that LITERALLY SAYS “Usually stoned” on it — gets out of the back seat, comes to the driver’s window of the first car, makes some kind of exchange with the first guy involving a baggie of something white, and then gets back into black-tinted-window-car and drives off.

I mean, we actually watched an entire drug deal from beginning to end standing about eight feet away from it behind a NON-TINTED WINDOW. Way to be freaking subtle, guys!!

How about some other photos, since this is a personal entry.

Look at this super adorable baby corn snake ZOMFG!!!!!! This was at my school at some point.

I’m not sure where I saw this. Home Depot or something? Anyway, I liked how… obvious… it was.

There is almost nothing interesting about this picture, but I’m pretty sure I took it because I’d just started watching Once Upon A Time the previous day and then I saw this in a grocery store.

And now I’ve forgotten all the other stuff I needed to post about. Happy Densetsu no Saigo Hen day, everyone!

Your eyes see right through; that’s all they do

As of right now, there are only four items left on my to-do list. In fact I’ve cleaned up my room some, though there’s still more to do (including vacuuming, which, since Enishi’s death, is something I rather loathe), so at least that one’s in progress. Well, technically, all the other remaining items are in progress; just none of that progress has been made since I started the list. Ah, well.

Thanks to Tsurezure for reminding me to post pictures today. Of course many pictures I take are of my cat, so many pictures I post must be of my cat. Here are some of those:

And then there’s also this, which ZG and I once found at a local grocery store:

I think it speaks for itself. Sometimes… sometimes… people do good things.

OK, a couple of dreams.

In one, I was at school and we were laying carpet, apparently. But there were all these donuts!! Happily we ate them; I had, like, twelve, and they were amazing. Then I started to worry that perhaps the donuts hadn’t been intended for us and would be missed. So, when I was supposedly out grabbing the carpet we needed from the storeroom, I instead went and got on a bus to see if its route would take me past a donut shop where I could replace what we (especially I) had eaten. Unfortunately, I forgot to grab my purse or even put on shoes, so if we’d happened to find a donut shop I could not have purchased any. I decided this would be the reconnaissance mission.

Naturally, now, in waking life, I want so much donuts. I head out to work at 1:00 today, at which point Dunkin Donuts will be closed, but it’s unlikely I will leave the house any earlier than that. It’s not impossible that I will get some at a gas station, but they won’t be Dunkin Donuts, which is what I specifically want. AH MY DIFFICULT LIFE.

A different dream was all about drive-thrus and bacon cheeseburgers. In waking life, I wouldn’t complain of one of those either. What will probably happen is a Kum & Go maple bacon donut, snagging the best of both dream worlds.

Yet another dream (this happens when I sleep in) featured the Jamboree building and some kind of political propaganda by someone similar to Granny Smith, though she may or may not have been a pony. Nobody was much interested in what she had to say, in any case. Then the CMC (definitely ponies) were having a bake sale and acting out a political drama with cookies in the shape of various political figures. People flocked to buy thems! So it was much more successful propaganda than Granny’s.

Then, outside the building, some airplanes came by. One of them very cleverly got right under a motorcycle that was in the middle of a mighty leap and snatched him right out of the air. Then the plane landed on the hill, the motorcycle drove off, and the plane left while everyone cheered!! Because physics totally work like that.

Day 4/8

I’ve mostly lazed about and drawn a bit today, which is not interesting to talk about, so I’ll get right to the catching up.

Around Thanksgiving, there was a raffle at school for Broncos tickets, with proceeds going to the fund that helps feed hungry fellow students. Oh, how I wanted to win those tickets! I have never been to an NFL game in person.

Others in my class very much wanted to win those tickets too, and I’m pretty sure we ended up being the class that contributed most. One classmate and I each bought 100 raffle tickets, but a third gal in our class bought twice that many. Unsurprisingly, she ended up winning. At least, then, we could specifically blame it on her when they freaking lost (this was the Chargers game).

So then, after that, there was a wreath-decorating contest, and the winning class would have a pizza party. I was voluntold to be in charge of this, which I didn’t mind since I don’t have a lot of faith in the artistic powers of my classmates.

Unfortunately, I had only, like, four dollars to my name in the world at that point, and the wreaths had to be done before I would get paid again. A classmate gave me a few dollars as well for the project, so I bought what I could to put on the wreath, and some glue with which to put it, and spent that boring time that comes after each test while the majority of the class waits for the slow minority putting it. For the least expensive wreath on the wall, I thought it turned out extremely nice:

We did not win. Some class across the street whose wreath I never bothered to go look at did. Mou. I wanted that pizza party.

So this school I go to has adopted an assisted living home, and every Christmas they buy presents for the residents (and staff, and apparently the home dog) and troop over there and sing songs at them or something. I remember wrapping stuff for this endeavor last year.

This year, our class had three people to provide presents for if we would/could, and I was the designated shopper. So everyone gave me money to go buy presents, and several of them gave me additional money for the wreath, even though the stuff to go on the wreath had cost less than $10 and we didn’t even win XD

EDIT: Oh, crap, I forgot about that dream from this morning! OK, so, I slept badly last night, and that always leads to interesting dreams… in this one, I was attempting either to go out and deliver arrangements for work or just get to school, and there was this room where all the slimy gross giant bugs were hanging from the ceiling and dangling down and reproducing. It was so horrifying that I could barely move. Only then a magical kiss between wheelchair-bound Treize and cigarette-smoking Prince Adam (He-Man) turned all the bugs into beautiful stained glass windows, so everything was fine. How about that.

With these guys manning the field, I’ve got a notion today’s going to be a holiday

I saw snowflakes on Friday night! It must be October. That’s not nearly as exciting as the sneaky Peyton touchdown I saw today, though :D :D :D

Family members were around all week, and that was pretty fun. I got to play with nephew and niece a lot, and once we went to Chuck E. Cheese’s. Poor waybee was extremely unhappy about it, though; she doesn’t like childs. She spent most of the week hiding under my bed, poor thing.

One time, sweet cat was sneeping under the blanket as she sometimes does, and Lyric came in. She wanted to sit on the bed, but was having a hard time climbing up onto it, and only managed to pull the blanket further and further down. Presently waybee became exposed, and I have never seen such a panicky, horrified expression on an animal’s face before. She started backing away trying to get under the blanket again. It was extremely funny and cute and sad. She’s very happy that the childs have gone elsewhere.

Wednesday, when I came home from work, my father said to me, “Do you want to go meet your mother and brother and sister and brother-in-law and nephew and niece at Chick-fil-A?” Now, I don’t spend money at Chick-fil-A on account of ideological conflict, but since I have issues saying no to free food or the opportunity to eat a meal with family, I agreed to go.

On the way there, we rather casually discussed this, and my father remarked that every time he’s been to a CfA he’s noticed that all the employees seem to be the kind of fresh-faced, clean-cut youth he associates with church-going. He did not mean this in a negative way, but in agreeing with him I couldn’t restrain a shudder. I won’t deny that I have some prejudices XD

Inside the restaurant, I actually felt a little awkward. Could they tell that I’m gay? Did I look bad for patronizing their establishment? The employees appeared exactly as my dad and I had discussed, and that didn’t help. In any case, we got tired of waiting for our peoples to show up and decided to order our stuff already. When our combined order turned out to cost exactly $15.00, I wondered what the chances were of such a total.

Says the young man taking the order, “Yeah, it works out like that sometimes.” He looks at me and adds, “Actually, your meal with the lemonade came to $6.66.”

And would you believe that this automatically made me feel better? Though I’ve had some GI sensitivity ever since I ate the food there…

“uuuuuuuuuuuuuuy8222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222gtf,” says cat.

I have a terrible weakness for little figures. In my current living circumstances, most of my dear little figures remain boxed up, and I have no place to put new ones… but I still buy them. Before the nephew and niece appeared, Lesta and I visited Wal-Mart’s toy section to pick up a few things, and discovered this huge selection of really nice-looking and well detailed animal figures. I could seriously have bought one of each; they were so sweet. But I restrained myself to the two I liked best, which you can see here:

I have named the Shropshire Hettie, but I haven’t decided on a name for the longhorn yet. Aren’t they amazing, though?? I love them so much. Probably just as much as I love my other new figures:

Earlier, cat very kindly put Relena and Wufei on the floor together. Cat often does this.

I dreamed that I was a Winx fata, and we were going for a new transformation. Somehow we’d come up with the theory that the clothes we were wearing when we achieved the new transformation would have an effect on what our new outfits looked like after we’d transformed, so we had chosen what to wear with great care. I think we had the key to the new transformation, but we hadn’t activated it yet because we wanted to get the clothes right first.

Only then, everywhere we went, there were people around that we couldn’t get to go away, so we couldn’t enact the new transformation without giving away our true identities. (In real life, I haven’t actually watched enough of that show to know whether or not that’s a problem, but obviously my subconscious assumed that it was.) So we decided to go back to my house, where we were going later for a party anyway. But then the power went out, which was apparently yet another barrier to our new transformation. This was a silly dream.

Well, today has been a very productive day. I wrote very successfully, and the Broncos remained undefeated with some effort. I even finished my stupid homework. Here’s looking forward to a good week!


THREE DAYS ’til my birthday, pipols! Wot about three days! WOT ABOUT THREE DAYS GRACE.

I am seriously excited right now. Tonight brother is picking me up from work and we’re heading straight to A THREE DAYS GRACE CONCERT. We’re going to be out way late and I’m sure to be dreadfully exhausted by the time we get home, but THREE DAYS GRACE. THREE DAYS GRACE THREE DAYS ‘TIL MY BIRTHDAY. Finally I will see my favorite band in person! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

And then tomorrow there are two football games, and on Sunday we go to Santa Fe!!!!!!

I am at work right now, counting down the minutes until I get to leave. What a useless work day this will be XD

Actually I’ve been super excited all week, and on Monday and Tuesday I kept thinking it was Thursday. So many amazing things will happen! What an awesome weekend!

OK, a couple of dreams and then I guess I’ll make an arrangement. First, I and Regina were joining Emma going to Neverland to rescue Henry. There was sexual tension among the three of us, but at the same time I didn’t fully trust Regina.

When we got there, the Henry-related story seemed to have been forgotten. Also, Neverland was also kinda forgotten. The place we’d reached was a rustic settlement (well, rustic except for the cathedral) whose people immediately accepted Emma as the prophesied pope figure they’d been waiting for. Go figure.

Emma didn’t have any magical powers in this dream, but Regina, of course, did, and so did I. So Regina and I kept using magic to make it look like Emma had magic to impress the peoples. It was frustrating to all three of us, because Regina and I were doing a lot of work without getting any credit, and the adoring public wouldn’t leave Emma alone for three minutes.

Then at one point Emma was going to go off somewhere to do something, and she reached into a box to grab a thing she needed to take with her. But she pulled her hand back covered in blood from a sudden long, deep cut. With the type of badass special effects you get in dreams, I started lifting the blood away and stitching up the wound telekinetically. I gathered the blood into a ball much like Upfish’s beloved blood-ball except that the containing outer layer was squishy instead of glass. Like a completely transparent water balloon filled with blood.

I turned to Regina and said, “Did you want some of Emma’s blood?” She said she didn’t, and I pressed, “Are you sure? Because that seems like something you would want.” But she still said no. This was a sign of the mistrust I still felt toward her, since apparently having some of Emma’s blood would make it easier for Regina to double-cross Emma later, but it also apparently partook of the sexual tension.

We noticed that the object Emma had supposedly cut herself on didn’t seem like it would have created the type of cut she had. So we dug around in the box and discovered a much sharper and more dangerous item that we agreed had definitely been planted there; someone was out to get Emma.

At the same time, though, I also observed that she had lost a lot of blood and wasn’t reacting at all as if she had. This occasioned a flash of knowledge offered to my dreaming self that Emma had, in fact, been replaced by a robot by some enemy or other. But I never found out why, because that was the end of the dream.

In another dream, I was somewhere when I saw a little dog (I think it was a lhasa) run away from its person. I got into my little car (I think it was a Kia) and gave chase, and came upon a flowery mountain glen where the little dog played happily with three or four other dogs. I called the owner and told her where to come to retrieve her dog.

When she arrived, she and I started walking across the meadow toward the dogs, discussing runaway dogs and other related topics. Halfway across, though, we came upon another lady having her picture painted, and my companion realized she knew this lady.

“I almost didn’t recognize you!” said the dog owner. “I haven’t seen you since you had your sex reassignment surgery!”

There was a happy but brief reunion of these two friends before the painter of the portrait got annoyed at our interruption of her work and shooed us away. I wanted to congratulate the lady on having gotten sex reassignment surgery, but not only was I not supposed to talk to her while she was having her picture painted, I didn’t know whether or not it would be awkward when I wasn’t actually acquainted with her at all.

So those were my dreams.

So tired

Thirteen days ’til my birthday. And today is day nine of ten days working in a row. I’ve reached the point where I kinda don’t give a shit what is happening here at work, which attitude allows me to sit here writing a journal entry when I have other things I really should (or at least could) be doing.

Today at school there was a final examination in Food and Fiber Animal. And on that final examination there was a question like this:

Which of the following statements is NOT true?

a. Blah blah blah fighting teeth.
b. Blah blah blah puberty.
c. Blah blah blah females.
d. All of the above are true.

When I mentioned to the teacher that this question thus worded, given that only one of the options can be selected, is impossible to answer, she seemed a little confused about what I meant and told me I was the first person, in all the five years she’s been giving this test, to point this out.


We also did a fecal lab today, and that was unexpectedly fun. The horse feces my group was working with actually smelled surprisingly good.

Oh, speaking of smells, and something I mentioned in a previous post that smelled bad… an even worse smell was encountered during last Friday’s camelid lab when it turned out that what we thought might be a trash can intended for trash turned out to be a trash can intended for the soaking of dead animal parts so they would separate from the bone, which the teacher could then bleach and use for anatomical demonstrations. On two separate occasions the lid of this unlabeled trash can was lifted by someone looking to throw trash away; we could very easily tell when this happened.

The camelid lab was fun, by the way. We played with alpacas, and I successfully drew blood from one of thems and gave an intramuscular injection to another. Yes.

Last night I dreamed that I was set up on a date with Oscar the grouch. Despite being gay, I decided to go on this date out of pure interest in what a date with Oscar the grouch would be like. That’s all I remember of the dream, but I found the concept so interesting that I do remember mentioning it to someone in a different dream before I woke up.

I’ve had some other dreams recently that I would like to record, but I’m too tired and spacey to recall them right now. I’ve consistently been up late finishing stupid homework, and then slept badly. Stuuuuuupid. Normally this type of proceeding leaves me in a perfect state to work on a music video or something, but I’ve had no free time whatsoever. But I just have to get through work today, school and work tomorrow, and school on Thursday before I will have some!!

OK, OK, OK, so. I’m rereading Twilight right now via audiobook, and, since I’ve had absolutely no other time lately to listen to the teacher’s recorded lectures, I have interspersed bits of them among the audiobook files. So Bella whines entertainingly for six minutes or so and then my teacher breaks in talking about rectal exams and semen collection and other incredibly appropriate things. It takes the already hilarious experience of Twilight to a whole new level. Not good for the headache I’ve had off and on for the last several days, but very good for my mood.

I think that’s all I have to say right now.

Ugh, I get so tired coming up with post subjects

In-person school starts again tomorrow, and the awareness of this has been weighing more and more heavily on me with every passing hour for the last several days. I’ve been taking the opportunity to sleep in as frequently as possible, especially when cat is willing to curl up with me. OH CAT.

I never reported on last week’s tiny vacation, but there isn’t really much to say. Some perverse ant bit me. I got a super cute necklace. The End.

I’ve made some good progress on Confrérie, but I still don’t know whether I will have enough of it done to start posting it on my birthday. The mystery continues! Meanwhile, a new surprise project appear and bite me! Much like a perverse ant! So that has taken up some of my time lately too. It’s something I’ll be very interested to see the response to (or, rather, whether there is any response to).

Recording has also still been happening a lot lately; in fact, it’s how I’ve started most of my days: I get up, read until my voice gives, go do other stuff, then come back later when I have a voice again and record some more until it goes away once again. I am 35 parts into re-recording Plastic, 15 parts into Seeing Red, and have read nearly all my Saitou/Sano vignettes. I wish my voice wouldn’t give out at all; I could happily spend all day recording this stuff XD We’ll see how much of that I have opportunity for during school, though.

I dreamed that I and a couple other people (one of whom may have been my brother) worked at McDonald’s (of course) and were being sent by our manager (who was my cool manager from EA) to help out at another store. This other store happened to be on another planet, or perhaps a moon.

When we got there, the first thing we needed to do was order some food for ourselves to eat before we clocked on. It was obviously very busy, and I was sympathetic toward the gal that took my order. I got my food right away somehow, and took it outside to eat it.

Outside, there was a pavilion with tables, and also a swimming pool. There were two orcas in the swimming pool, which I thought was really awesome. I ate my Big Mac and chatted with some people, noticing that they had the accent of this planet or moon and figuring they could tell right away from my accent that I was from Earth.

But about twenty minutes passed and I had yet to be joined by my two companions. In the dream it never occurred to me that they might simply have gone to eat in a different spot, so I went back inside to look for them. They were still waiting for their food on account of the slowness of the existing staff.

Then I had this other somewhat mixed-up dream wherein I was supposed to go on a little vacation via Greyhound with my dad’s parents. But we were all cleaning something in some place, and this took up so much time I wasn’t going to make it to where the Greyhound would pick me up. Also I didn’t have any of the stuff I needed, nor even my cell phone, and had to dig dimes out of my pocket to make a short call on a pay phone to my parents.

Also there was another confused dream in which I was at my first day of school (tomorrow), and one of three or four people in the class that hadn’t come in scrubs. This was apparently OK on the first day, though there was no logical reason for it.

The teacher started lecturing, but then he stopped halfway and left the room. The program director, who was sitting beside me, explained that sometimes this teacher got frustrated because his lecture wasn’t going exactly as he’d planned, so he would leave to rework the lecture and come back after while. To pass the time, she showed me her super cool new dual-screen smartphone.

The teacher had decorated his classroom with a bunch of objects I recognized; after not too long I realized that they’d all come from this one restaurant I’d been to several times many years before. It had been a Chuck E. Cheese’s sort of place, with rides and games and stuff, only a lot quirkier. Given that some of the cartoons that played there were unafraid to touch on adult subjects, I wasn’t surprised that the place had gone out of business — but I was sad.

Scene change, and suddenly I was at that restaurant; no clue as to whether this was a flashback or if the place was suddenly back in business. I looked around at stuff, watched a bit of a cartoon that featured a golem discussing different things (including semen) one could eat on toast, and then found my way to the area where the prizes were.

Some of these prizes were a bunch of a BSSM merchandising. There was a package of pens and pencils with the characters on them, and a couple other things. There were several manga volumes, only they’d been translated from the French for some reason. I desperately wanted all of this stuff, but of course this was the section where everything cost eighteen bazillion tickets, and I had no tickets. In a place like that, you can always just pay money to buy the prizes (at absurd prices), but I had no money either.

Now I will do things.

Forecast to be falling yesterday; only in the past is what they say

My long break has ended, and I have started four online classes. So far they’re all pretty stupid, but as soon as we get into real assignments that should change for at least some of them; I have little hope for the “Communications” course that literally has an assignment later called “Parts of Speech,” but the bio/chem class shouldn’t be too bad, I think.

Did I get everything done that I wanted to over the break? Let’s take a look at the list I made near the beginning of my time off and see what kind of productivity I have achieved.

Fast Decisions — Yep. And even taking this to mean HoH as a whole, I have made good progress. Cross-Cancellation still isn’t done, ’tis true, but it’s gotten really close. I will take a look at it after this entry, in fact.

TLY — oops. I haven’t actually opened this at all. Maybe this is what I should take a look at after this entry. It’s true, you know… what they say about art in a vacuum…

Lellom Srab — haven’t touched this either.

All the recordings in the world — Since I started out the break with worse-than-usual congestion, this (and Lellom Srab) kinda got shuffled into the background. I edited all my shorter one-shots about Saitou and Sano (and I will get to the longer ones pretty soon), and recorded a few of those, though.

A big picture — I actually started this, but I haven’t quite finished the line art. Once the weather gets warmer and I am more inclined to sit outside, this will become a more interesting thing. It has grown quite lovely even lately, but not quite hot enough yet. It’s alllmmoost tank top time, and I’m excited, since nobody has yet seen the tattoo I got in December.

Vacuum my room — one time! It surely would have been more than that (she said with forlorn dishonesty) if Enishi hadn’t died. And by that I am referring to my vacuum named Enishi, not Seeing Red.

OK, so I feel like I’ve been fairly productive over the break. Other stuff I have accomplished that wasn’t on the list was getting half an ASZz chapter written and, as of last night, two minutes of an awesome music video put together.

Last week was another Doom Week at EA on account of Mother’s Day. Sunday itself wasn’t as order-heavy as Valentine’s Day, and I wasn’t at an internship at the same time, so the whole week wasn’t as horrible as Valentine’s Day week, but it was still pretty intense. I have two more shifts before my ten work days in a row will end and I will have a day off.

So I dreamed at one point that I was romantically involved with Mr. Gold. He had to disguise himself for some purpose or other, but instead of using magic he went into this place and came back with an actual disguise. I’m not entirely sure what it was, but it was so painfully dorky that I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep rather than acknowledge him.

I also dreamed that Zombie Girl came to visit! That was great.

OK, have some pictures of my cat. The guest bed had to be moved upstairs for a recent guest time, and for a while the mattress was leaning against the kitchen counter. This is what cat invariably does with vertical mattresses.

Run and hide your crazy

Today there is a tremendous snow storm. How cool it would be if my manager called and told me I didn’t have to drive all the way across town in it to come to work XD If that unlikely event does not take place, I will have TACO BELL on the way to work.

I’ve been sick since last Tuesday or so. I think I caught whatever it is that my mom’s had for months on end now. Of course being sick is no fun, but at least it came at the end of the internship rather than in the middle, and not during cantata.

Cantata went well. On Sunday night, before the performance, dad wedged a door open with a couple of small rocks because it gets extremely hot on the stand with all of us so close together singing. During the performance, these small rocks apparently threw a party.

I came out afterwards and found this and laughed so hard. You can’t even really see the original wedge rocks in that picture because GIANT BOULDER is mostly hiding them.

So it was almost precisely a year ago that the excellent daily treadmill-walking habit I’d gotten into died a sudden and unexpected death, and I’ve had it in mind for several weeks now that as soon as my internship was over I would start that up again. It’s become very clear that I need to become stronger for this field of work. Unfortunately, with this stupid sick, I’ve felt too wretched and tired so far to do that. I’m afraid today is going to be the same.

I dreamed that I was She-Ra. A villain was coming, so I ran out of the building I was in to defeat him. He was using a giant catapult to throw huge missiles at various buildings and stuff, which is more or less hilarious since canonically it’s usually She-Ra herself throwing the giant rocks. Anyway, I went out there and whistled for Swift Wind, but even after I’d whistled several times he didn’t appear. I realized some traitor must have restrained him inside the building to keep him from helping me.

So I ran off toward the bad guy, shouting for the people around me to “find my damn horse.” Unfortunately, on foot I wasn’t fast enough to stop all the missiles, and lots of damage and danger was happening. So I went for the guy himself. The catapult thing he was on was shaped like a giant fire truck, and I grabbed him down off of it and started ripping him apart with my bare hands. Because I was freaking She-Ra. But I found that, instead of being shaped like a normal organic being with blood and organs and such, he was composed of uninflated balloons. The narration in my dream remarked, “At this point I started to notice a certain filled-with-balloons quality to the body of the enemy,” and I think it was this absurdity that woke me up. I never did find Swift Wind.

A watery dream about Jadis

I had this dream in which I and a large group of people had to make our way through this insanely difficult sort of obstacle course place. It was mostly water-based puzzles, and there was a lot of holding of breaths and trying to figure out whether certain water channels would take us where we wanted to go or just kill us.

This whole thing had been set up by Jadis (the version played by hot hot Tilda Swinton), with whom I had some kind of close relationship (exactly what type was never specified), and she had either tricked us into starting this process in the first place or underrepresented the extreme danger of taking part. Therefore, as I continually came across the drowned bodies of those that hadn’t been doing so well as I had, I became more and more irate with Jadis.

I was working with two other people, a woman and a man, and the gal and I had separated from the guy looking for the next step to take. We were supposed to meet up at a certain point. However, when the gal and I had discovered the really dangerous-looking water channel we were supposed to take next (complete with floating corpse), we then also found a sort of cheat or shortcut that would take us safely right to the end. So the question at this point was: should we take the dangerous channel and risk drowning in order to meet up with our partner as promised, or should we abandon him by cutting straight to the end?

Evidently my subconscious was so caught up with the eventual drama that was my confrontation of Jadis over all this that it decided just to jump forward to that part of the story instead of showing the debate and decision. I find this more than a little funny.

So there I was at the end of the course, waiting with some other people in front of a door. Perhaps the decision I never got to see had involved or resulted in splitting from one or more of my partners, or perhaps one or both of them had died, because neither was present. The door opened, and Jadis appeared. Fixing her eyes immediately upon me, she said, “I knew you’d be one of the first to finish.” At which point I started accusing her irately of toying with us and killing people.

She took us to a large elevator in which all the people I’d found dead were alive and well. The bodies had all been fake; Jadis had just been messing with me. Unfortunately, the dream didn’t bother to explain why any of this had happened or what happened next. Ah, well.

You fool, you wanderer, you challenged the gods and lost

Last call for guessing songs lyrics before I post the answers!

Yesterday I was doing that thing I do with Zombie Girl (running errands). We were walking along in the mall when all of a sudden, for no apparent reason, my neck started hurting like mad. It felt like a pulled muscle, but I hadn’t done anything. I couldn’t turn my head to the right without a burst of mad pains, and after a while it was kinda radiating down my right arm too. This was stupid and annoying. What’s worse, it hurt so much it kept me awake most of the night, so I ended up skipping school today. Now I’m sitting here with a hot-rice-sock on it wishing it would stop.

But while I was partially asleep and in pain last night, I had some dreams.

And I thought, “Well, he cares. This is more than just malice.”

Lots of homework due yesterday; I spent the entirety of Thursday after school (amounting to about eight hours) getting it finished. It was all pretty stupid stuff, too. His face kept mostly to anatomy throughout this week, but yesterday we did get back into the “study skills” nonsense that brings out the worst in him. He often reacts very negatively to things people in the class have to say, and then after several unpleasant minutes tells them he was just messing with them. This has made a lot of the class very leery of asking him questions or answering his questions… and then of course he gets annoyed at them because of this. And the offensive generalizations and judgmentalism continue. But yesterday marked the halfway point in this particular stupidity… only three more weeks, and then we get to go to our real classes.

Speaking of only three weeks… twenty-two days ’til my birthday! ^__^ It looks like Zombie Girl may still be here for my birthday after all, since her visa application is taking forever to process. Not terribly pleasant for her, but a fabulous birthday present for me.

Last night I had this really muddled dream that was partially a Disneyland dream (with the usual ZOMG we’ve been here two out of three days and I haven’t actually gone on any rides yet!! business) and partially me being the main character of The Brown Bear of Norway. I’d evidently taken a level in badass, though, since when I found my estranged children I just took them with me; and when I got to the witch’s castle I started kicking people’s asses demanding to know where my husband was XD

Right wrist/hand has been at fluctuating but generally moderate levels of pain over the last several days. I rested it, more or less, on Tuesday and Wednesday (which was why I had to get most of my large volume of homework done on Thursday), and have managed to get some mom’s site work done yesterday and today. I just have to make sure I stop at a reasonable point instead of persisting through growing pain.

Of course this means I’ve been recording as well, since, as I’ve mentioned, this is a good way to rest my upper extremities and still feel productive. I have only two parts of Plastic left to read. One is part 100, which last night I forced myself not to proceed to at the raw end of my voice; the other is a sex scene, which kinda has to be read when the parents aren’t home lest I get a stake driven through my heart or something. And then I’ll have the whole thing read! Though I haven’t edited any of thems for a long time and am still only about halfway through that process. Which means I’ll probably start making raw recordings for some other story whenever I need to rest hands and wrists, and raw recordings will continue to pile up forever XD

I probably have other things I need to mention, but I always tend to forget them all when I’ve neglected my journal for several days. Ah, well. Pairing meme instead. Day 15: A ship canon really messed with