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Slept as much as I could in an unsuccessful bid to shake this lingering cold. dreamed... that there was a new Marvel Superheroes box set and if tomorrow's a snow day, we could play it. (fairly clear that was aspected by the rain outside and yesterday's reading) I also dreamed that I was trying to avoid going out with Destruction's daughter. I make the best excuses I can to get out of it, not entirely convincing, careful not to touch her, as I believe/assume her to be as poisonous as Rappuchinni's daughter. I take a taxi, only to discover that the driver is Destruction's son. Ultimately, Destruction's daughter reinvents herself as this Emma-Peel-pastiche secret agent, codenamed 'Layercakes' and I'm assigned to a mission with her.
Tinseltown Dreams
Oct. 16th, 2010 12:43 pmMy dreams have been really crowded these last few months. traveling all over the place, talking to all these different people. very few nightmares, though. This morning, I was in Hollywood, looking for some gay history shrine that I was too tourist to find, and a girl kissed me. open-mouthed. very nice. I think she just did it to initiate the telepathic mindtouch that happened as a result, but I'm fine with that. After that, she left her boyfriend (a shuttlebus driver) and started making her own yarn to sell as a livelihood.
Woke rested despite spider-packed nightmares. Managers tell me they appreciate me for doing task x (cleaning a clean floor until no man can call it dirty, or something). I ask them to arrange the upcoming work-schedule (the next one to be scheduled) so I have that particular Sunday off. (there's a party) They say they'll see what they can do. hrm. When our most regular customer says "thank you so much", *then* it means something, because he has a severe neuromuscular disorder and it's clear that speaking is an effort for him. Today, he called me by name. I don't think that's ever happened before. So, that's the official high point of my day.
Fairly smooth day, aside from the clean floor getting dirtier as I cleaned it (because traffic on the floor increased). Thought some seemingly profound things, now forgotten. All was slowly drowned in a zen koi pond of serenity, or maybe fatigued apathy: the retail rage, the nightmare spiders, the being thanked all the time. Once I finished my shift, however, I went to local bigbox bookstore to see if I could special-order _Icons_, (answer: it is known to them, but not available to them right now. try again later) and wind up getting sidetracked and wasting time. Text message from a friend to the effect that she's unimpressed with my efforts so far to see that Blind Rebel Scholar gets to the party that I myself might not be able to attend. I send her an email suggesting that, if need be, I could show up after work, whenever that is on that day I asked for off while they were appreciating me, just to say hi and take the Blind Rebel Scholar home. Inasmuch as it could mean a long day between waking and sleeping again, it's not a great plan, but inasmuch as it would give me some quality time with the Blind Rebel Scholar before he goes back out west, and the other plans either give him less time with friends or rely on authority figures keeping promises they haven't technically made,... well, inasmuch as all that, it's the best plan I've got. I got sort of emo for a while after that. wrote down the idea I had for the Over the Edge game at con before I forgot that, too. Now it's bedtime.
Fairly smooth day, aside from the clean floor getting dirtier as I cleaned it (because traffic on the floor increased). Thought some seemingly profound things, now forgotten. All was slowly drowned in a zen koi pond of serenity, or maybe fatigued apathy: the retail rage, the nightmare spiders, the being thanked all the time. Once I finished my shift, however, I went to local bigbox bookstore to see if I could special-order _Icons_, (answer: it is known to them, but not available to them right now. try again later) and wind up getting sidetracked and wasting time. Text message from a friend to the effect that she's unimpressed with my efforts so far to see that Blind Rebel Scholar gets to the party that I myself might not be able to attend. I send her an email suggesting that, if need be, I could show up after work, whenever that is on that day I asked for off while they were appreciating me, just to say hi and take the Blind Rebel Scholar home. Inasmuch as it could mean a long day between waking and sleeping again, it's not a great plan, but inasmuch as it would give me some quality time with the Blind Rebel Scholar before he goes back out west, and the other plans either give him less time with friends or rely on authority figures keeping promises they haven't technically made,... well, inasmuch as all that, it's the best plan I've got. I got sort of emo for a while after that. wrote down the idea I had for the Over the Edge game at con before I forgot that, too. Now it's bedtime.
