Apophenia

Dreamed that SimIsle 2 was coming out. Just $317. Bad graphics.

As you were.

Dreamed Kurt Cobain was singing

while washing his and the other band members' cars.

And now you know.

wake up dreaming of someone dying on the phone while i'm trying to talk them to a hospital i don't know the location of, too late, the food poisoning from the free religious lunch was setting in.

that's what i get for working till 3am on a sunday

Damned wizard wouldn't take my credit card for another three days but i needed the cabinet so i ran with and hid in the hidden land but he found me while i was going to the bathroom and wrapped the cabinet around him like a turban, then left, with giggling child on his back and bird on his shoulder, tipping his hat. "Fuckwad", i muttered.

Inothernews, maybe it's them thar adult onset allergies. Except i have a hard time believing i'm allergic to cedar and the like. Whatever it is, it made "sleeping" last night fun.

A day or four ago, I had what was probably a nightmare. Something about people cutting me up with knives or some other bloody suchness.

I woke up wondering why it didn't bother me at all, while other people seem to have similar dreams and wake up terrified or horrified or etc. I think I've had about one dream in the last decade that scared me. Don't remember what. I only remember a couple nightmares from childhood, and a couple vivid dreams from my life. Are my dreams just not vivid enough? Do I just not care about anything so it doesn't matter what happens? Are my neurons just dwizzling into nothingness? Why do I dream about casually known cow-orkers but not about people I've lived with for years?

Anyway, the next a nightmare comes parrumping toward your bed, feel free to divert it to me for processing.

Last night I dreamed that cute fluffy kitty Quarky was going to shoot me with a shotgun, so I had better shoot him first. Naturally, I wondered if the claws would help or hinder his shooting.


This morning, a 3ish-year old and I scrabbled for my ring, quietly hissing "my preciousss" to each other. The ring is on my finger now, and the child is gone. This is the benefit of being larger.

elaborate dreams about vote counting. bah.

There were these tiny sea-monkeys in the driver's licensing office getting their permits. People getting younger every day.


When I was a tot, I was taught to follow two seconds behind other cars under normal conditions. Now they are saying four seconds. One-one-thousand Two-one-thousand Three-one-thousand Four-one-thousand. Lots of people seem to follow at 1 second or 0.5 second. One-one-KHRRRHHSHSHH! I mostly avoid this.


The squirrels, they gather the nuts in a frenzy.
Do crows migrate?


Yesterday I dreamed I met someone I haven't seen since high school. She said hello from the theater seat behind me. I kissed her cheek, and she bitched excitedly about misc things as per usual. I woke and googled and classmate.commed for her, but still missing. Last I heard was a rumor of attempted suicide, many years ago. I don't quite get why the entire universe is not fully online and searchable. My high school psychology class took some sort of "sanity" test, and she and I came out as the two most sane. So you KNOW it's true.

*engages in brief financial stress* *done* *hopefully*

i should probably locate my running shoes, and ebay them, and replace them with ones that fit, and run on yonder flatter region over there ---->

i'll be gone for a week, visiting ki and home office, visiting german embassy and going on architectural tours, possibly twirling and twirling in the midst of a florida hurricane trying to land

had anxiety dreams of late; last night someone whispers to me to keep alert on my 9/11 redeye flight into DC area. how am i supposed to sleep on my redeye if i have to stay awake and dash in front of the terrorists as the approach the cockpit (which in the dream resembled the front of a bus)? can't fifi sieze the controls or something and let me sleep?

finished Perdido Street Station. +/-

finished playing light jedi named eleriah, now playing dark jedi named buttsnide. for some value of "now" which doesn't include now.

mommy the house smells of fish make it stop

someday i'll need to buy clothing, so that i can have clothing.

Capital.

*sent 3rd email to bmg customer service, the wankers*

one may have too much to do when the thought of making a to-do list makes one wilt. one makes one's list anyway, wiltingly.

need to find out temperature tolerance of omega-3 oil. "Polyunsaturated fats are extremely vulnerable to damage from heat, so they are not suitable for high-temperature cooking. These oils are best used in salad dressings, sauces, and dips."

it would be amusing to make an lj account named after my phone number.

i like the term "fatty acids"

to revisit: http://www.dfwnetmall.com/veg/flaxseedrecipes.htm

am attempting use of omega-3/EPA as anti-depressant for a month or so, to see if it seems to do anything, you see.

damn but i need to upload more userpics.

DreamBank Response to Newsweek article

Reminds me of the day I decided to stop reading Newsweek, after they had an obit for Robert Heinlein, author of "Strangers in a Strange Land", which was about a First Lady who went to psychics just like Nancy Reagan did.