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It's kinda funny. On the one hand, I've been feeling tired and undermotivated and not very sociable, which has kept me from being on IM or checking my reading page or what have you. On the other hand, I've been feeling cut off and lonely. Imagine that.
But, really, it's not so clear-cut as that. Because I'm not in the mood to deal with people in general, particularly crowds, but I am longing to hear from certain specific individuals... who tend to be very bad at keeping in touch.
Part of it all is that I had a couple bad nights' sleep, and it doesn't generally take more than that to put me out of sorts for several days. Combine that with the fact that I've been in my nocturnal phase, being the only one around who's awake, and the results are not at all surprising.
Nothing new on the comp front, BTW. But now that my schedule is coming around, I'll probably put in a call soon. I expect I'll have to reinstall Windows again, but I'll hold off on that until I know what else will have to be replaced. (And, hopefully, they'll have the drivers disk which I seem to have misplaced...)
In other news, I had an odd dream last night that I thought I'd share. The parts of it I remember, anyway. It's rare that I remember any of my dreams. I woke up directly out of this one and jotted down a couple of notes to help keep it with me.
The first part of the dream involved being on a train with my family. I don't remember much of that bit. I don't think there was anything really unusual except that my aunt was there with us, and we don't get together so often. But at some point it came up that there had been a string of recent bank robberies, and that because of that someone in the conversation (I don't remember who) had hired extra security to keep an eye on the bank. This being extra, private security, the guy was limited to patrolling the outside of the bank... which he was doing by circling the building in a hang glider. It made perfect sense at the time.
I started thinking about this and suddenly, as is the way of dreams, I was the guy in the hang glider. I circled the building, but there was nothing to see. As I came around for another pass, I started to wonder how I could maintain altitude while doing tight circles in a glider... at which point, naturally, I gradually started to lose altitude. Which I managed to regain by pushing off the sides neighboring buildings (turning, of course, so that my hands and feet rather than the glider came in contact with the buildings... it was very easy, really).
It occurred to me that I felt kind of like a superhero, flying in patrol, looking to stop crime, being expected to do so when ordinary law enforcement had failed... and so I found myself wearing a mask. It was red and covered the right side of my face. There was a hole around my eye, bigger than it needed to be, and the mask extended to cover the area around my left eye with a circle the size of the hole around the right eye. I have no idea where that design came from.
As I came around the (front left) corner of the building again, I noticed that part of it had changed, forming a pattern of sorts. I realized that it was a secret indication from a worldwide network of banks. On my next pass, that corner had changed again, this time showing a world map with areas lit up in dark red. Canada and Europe and I think Mexico. I kept my eye on it as I passed, and just before I lost sight of it, the US lit up, too. I knew this meant there was at least one bank in danger, and I suspected it was this one.
Sure enough, when I got to the rear of the building, I saw something drop out of a nearby tree. It was a rig consisting of two parallel lengths of black flexible rope or tubing connected by some cross-straps. I landed (the hang glider magically vanishing as I did so, though I wasn't conscious of it in the dream) and tugged. A robber, dressed in a sort of dark wetsuit, fell out of the tree. I wasn't sure exactly how the vaguely stealthy wetsuit and the bungee-like rig were supposed to get him to the roof of the building and then inside, but I knew that had been his intent. The rough landing from being pulled out of the tree, however, had knocked him out.
I picked him up and slung him over my shoulders. I found him unexpectedly light. I was stronger than I'd realized. (I suspect this bit had something to do with a bit I saw on Mythbusters a week or two ago where Jamie carries a dummy constructed by filling a wetsuit with some kind of semi-solid.) I thought about what to do with him, and realized that the people in the bank would want to see him for themselves (for identification and whatever). It was daytime (I'm not sure when that happened). I carried him around to the front of the building.
The bank, for some reason, had one of the giant (wheelchair accessible) automatic revolving doors you find in various hospitals and the occasional hotel. Two girls in their late teens or early twenties walked in ahead of me, taking no notice of the unconscious man in a dark bodysuit slung over my shoulders. They mentioned something about bank robberies having taken place in Europe. (I wasn't too surprised, having seen the secret world map.)
"Oh, you never want to rob a bank in England," I said in a deadpan voice. "You'd come away with* so many pounds, you wouldn't be able to get away!"
*I realized when I woke up that it would have worked better if I'd said "You'd gain..." But it wasn't my waking mind that came up with that quip.
They found that hilarious. It seemed natural at the time, but I suspect that most people in the waking world would find it vaguely amusing at best.
Anyway, I brought the guy over to one of the tellers and explained what had happened. She was grateful, but pointed out what I'd already realized - that I'd caught him before he'd actually done anything illegal, which might pose a bit of a problem for prosecution. I pointed out that the bodysuit, equipment, and such were highly suspicious, at best, and that an investigation would likely turn up more evidence (since it seemed likely he'd been involved in other recent robberies in the area). And that's just about when I woke up.
Weird.
I told Mom about it, and she was very pleased. Said it was pretty easy to interpret, and that it provided the best news about my self-image and outlook and such that she'd had in a while. Sure, whatever.
Oh... one other sleep-related thing.
The dog has this habit of going into the front hall (which is large, two stories high, more or less centrally located, and basically acts as an amphitheater) and barking loudly at odd moments when he finds himself alone in the house. By which I mean times when I'm asleep in my room and everyone else is gone. (I don't know if he does it when he's alone - I'm sure he knows where I am.) The first few times he did this, back when we first got him, I dutifully dragged myself out of bed to go see what he needed. I figured maybe he'd heard something or needed to be let out or otherwise needed my attention. As this continuously proved false, however, I gradually took longer to respond (I also scolded him a few times, which did decrease the frequency, at least). Nowadays, it doesn't happen too often, but when it does, I do my best to ignore him and go back to sleep. Partly because I know from experience that he doesn't want anything except for maybe some company and partly because I figure showing up to pay attention to him will only prove that it works.
In short, I give to you the case of thewolf dog who cried "Boy!"
(To be fair, Mom thinks he may be hearing the neighbors' dog, who has been known to stand out in their yard and bark, even when our dog isn't doing anything. Who knows, maybe it's the canine information network seen in 101 Dalmations.)
But, really, it's not so clear-cut as that. Because I'm not in the mood to deal with people in general, particularly crowds, but I am longing to hear from certain specific individuals... who tend to be very bad at keeping in touch.
Part of it all is that I had a couple bad nights' sleep, and it doesn't generally take more than that to put me out of sorts for several days. Combine that with the fact that I've been in my nocturnal phase, being the only one around who's awake, and the results are not at all surprising.
Nothing new on the comp front, BTW. But now that my schedule is coming around, I'll probably put in a call soon. I expect I'll have to reinstall Windows again, but I'll hold off on that until I know what else will have to be replaced. (And, hopefully, they'll have the drivers disk which I seem to have misplaced...)
In other news, I had an odd dream last night that I thought I'd share. The parts of it I remember, anyway. It's rare that I remember any of my dreams. I woke up directly out of this one and jotted down a couple of notes to help keep it with me.
The first part of the dream involved being on a train with my family. I don't remember much of that bit. I don't think there was anything really unusual except that my aunt was there with us, and we don't get together so often. But at some point it came up that there had been a string of recent bank robberies, and that because of that someone in the conversation (I don't remember who) had hired extra security to keep an eye on the bank. This being extra, private security, the guy was limited to patrolling the outside of the bank... which he was doing by circling the building in a hang glider. It made perfect sense at the time.
I started thinking about this and suddenly, as is the way of dreams, I was the guy in the hang glider. I circled the building, but there was nothing to see. As I came around for another pass, I started to wonder how I could maintain altitude while doing tight circles in a glider... at which point, naturally, I gradually started to lose altitude. Which I managed to regain by pushing off the sides neighboring buildings (turning, of course, so that my hands and feet rather than the glider came in contact with the buildings... it was very easy, really).
It occurred to me that I felt kind of like a superhero, flying in patrol, looking to stop crime, being expected to do so when ordinary law enforcement had failed... and so I found myself wearing a mask. It was red and covered the right side of my face. There was a hole around my eye, bigger than it needed to be, and the mask extended to cover the area around my left eye with a circle the size of the hole around the right eye. I have no idea where that design came from.
As I came around the (front left) corner of the building again, I noticed that part of it had changed, forming a pattern of sorts. I realized that it was a secret indication from a worldwide network of banks. On my next pass, that corner had changed again, this time showing a world map with areas lit up in dark red. Canada and Europe and I think Mexico. I kept my eye on it as I passed, and just before I lost sight of it, the US lit up, too. I knew this meant there was at least one bank in danger, and I suspected it was this one.
Sure enough, when I got to the rear of the building, I saw something drop out of a nearby tree. It was a rig consisting of two parallel lengths of black flexible rope or tubing connected by some cross-straps. I landed (the hang glider magically vanishing as I did so, though I wasn't conscious of it in the dream) and tugged. A robber, dressed in a sort of dark wetsuit, fell out of the tree. I wasn't sure exactly how the vaguely stealthy wetsuit and the bungee-like rig were supposed to get him to the roof of the building and then inside, but I knew that had been his intent. The rough landing from being pulled out of the tree, however, had knocked him out.
I picked him up and slung him over my shoulders. I found him unexpectedly light. I was stronger than I'd realized. (I suspect this bit had something to do with a bit I saw on Mythbusters a week or two ago where Jamie carries a dummy constructed by filling a wetsuit with some kind of semi-solid.) I thought about what to do with him, and realized that the people in the bank would want to see him for themselves (for identification and whatever). It was daytime (I'm not sure when that happened). I carried him around to the front of the building.
The bank, for some reason, had one of the giant (wheelchair accessible) automatic revolving doors you find in various hospitals and the occasional hotel. Two girls in their late teens or early twenties walked in ahead of me, taking no notice of the unconscious man in a dark bodysuit slung over my shoulders. They mentioned something about bank robberies having taken place in Europe. (I wasn't too surprised, having seen the secret world map.)
"Oh, you never want to rob a bank in England," I said in a deadpan voice. "You'd come away with* so many pounds, you wouldn't be able to get away!"
*I realized when I woke up that it would have worked better if I'd said "You'd gain..." But it wasn't my waking mind that came up with that quip.
They found that hilarious. It seemed natural at the time, but I suspect that most people in the waking world would find it vaguely amusing at best.
Anyway, I brought the guy over to one of the tellers and explained what had happened. She was grateful, but pointed out what I'd already realized - that I'd caught him before he'd actually done anything illegal, which might pose a bit of a problem for prosecution. I pointed out that the bodysuit, equipment, and such were highly suspicious, at best, and that an investigation would likely turn up more evidence (since it seemed likely he'd been involved in other recent robberies in the area). And that's just about when I woke up.
Weird.
I told Mom about it, and she was very pleased. Said it was pretty easy to interpret, and that it provided the best news about my self-image and outlook and such that she'd had in a while. Sure, whatever.
Oh... one other sleep-related thing.
The dog has this habit of going into the front hall (which is large, two stories high, more or less centrally located, and basically acts as an amphitheater) and barking loudly at odd moments when he finds himself alone in the house. By which I mean times when I'm asleep in my room and everyone else is gone. (I don't know if he does it when he's alone - I'm sure he knows where I am.) The first few times he did this, back when we first got him, I dutifully dragged myself out of bed to go see what he needed. I figured maybe he'd heard something or needed to be let out or otherwise needed my attention. As this continuously proved false, however, I gradually took longer to respond (I also scolded him a few times, which did decrease the frequency, at least). Nowadays, it doesn't happen too often, but when it does, I do my best to ignore him and go back to sleep. Partly because I know from experience that he doesn't want anything except for maybe some company and partly because I figure showing up to pay attention to him will only prove that it works.
In short, I give to you the case of the
(To be fair, Mom thinks he may be hearing the neighbors' dog, who has been known to stand out in their yard and bark, even when our dog isn't doing anything. Who knows, maybe it's the canine information network seen in 101 Dalmations.)