I woke up last night from a fairly awful dream of zombies. I was with an anonymous group of people all armed with various implements of destruction. At one point, we wound up trying a selection of bashing and slashing weapons just to see which one worked best. I have a vivid memory of slamming a baseball bat into the face of a zombie and watching it deform but not kill her. (Her? It? Zombies should be genderless, shouldn't they?)

There was a pool of zombie chum -- still twitching -- that we dropped zombie bodies into, and lots of running and hiding and freaking out. I don't think anyone survived. Usually when I have dreams this disturbing, it means my brain is working on something complex and nasty. I hope it hurries up and spits out the insight soon.

On the good side, the weekend was fun. Challenge course was challenging and ended with a zip-line which is always awesome. I think I'm finally getting the hang of Map and Compass work although I should never be dropped in the middle of the wilderness and expected to make my way home using only a map and a compass. Hiking was also fun, although I could have wished for slightly less straight uphill on the way up. Still, we got to see a ton of mushrooms and flower and cool rocks/trees/general nature stuff.

And now I trundle off to work. Trundle trundle.
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( Aug. 13th, 2009 10:10 am)
The Bit starts year 2 of preschool today. There was a bit of drama over teachers, but that's all settled out now. I like her new teacher, and I think it'll work out for the best. I was somewhat annoyed over having to deal with Drama when my child is only 4, but I suppose it's going to happen sooner or later.

Two nights ago I had some truly odd dreams. In the first (and most memorable), I dreamed that god came to me and showed me the creation of the universe. The dream went something like this:

God said, "The world is created by language and words. Here, let me show you." And God showed me the seven fundamental sentences of the universe. One was written into the sky in letters unknown to mortals. One cradled down inside the molten interior of the Earth. The rest of the sentences curled around all Life and changed ever so slightly each time someone spoke.

In the second dream, I was wandering through the house where I lived as a child. it was pleasant but odd, for I've no idea what brought those particular memories to the surface.
I had two dreams last night: one utterly awful and the other one amazing.

I have a mild phobia of drowning, so the when the first dream ended with a wave crashing over me and a remarkably realistic drowning sequence, I woke up hyperventilating and freaked the fuck out. Eventually I got settled and fell back asleep. In abject apology, my subconscious offered up one of it's exceedingly rare lust-fueled dreams in which I got to spend the entire dream seducing (and being seduced by) Queen Latifah. Yum. I'm not sure that the mind-melting awesome of the second dream was quite worth the terror of the first, but at least they showed up in the right order.
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( Feb. 27th, 2008 11:06 am)
My dream last night was a full color slash novel featuring Jack Sparrow/Nat Turner. They wound up having sex in a tree after a hugely long sea battle full of suggestive cannons and cannon balls.

The brain. It is very weird.
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( Jul. 16th, 2007 09:31 am)
The dream last night featured a cast of characters including [livejournal.com profile] loresinger and someone who I suspect is my mental image of [livejournal.com profile] sparkindarkness in addition to [livejournal.com profile] touchstone and an assortment of relatives.

We were up in Boston in a reconfigured (but still three story) version of [livejournal.com profile] touchstone's aunt and uncle's place when it started to snow. Mixed into the snow were balls of flaming brimstone that eventually were buried by the piles and piles of snow. I raced upstairs (several times during this dream; there was a lot of climbing stairs) to check NOAA which was somewhat somberly and confusedly reporting a massive and horrific storm system across the entire United States. Boston, it seems, was getting lucky with just the fire and ice. Georgia and New Jersey were suffering under particularly nasty acid rainstorms and horrific lightening.

Then was also a covert ops mission (in the snow) into a military base and then out again in which [livejournal.com profile] sparkindarkness was a member of the mission. That part gets too weird even to write down.

I should never be sick. It does bad things to my head.
I've had zombie dreams recently. Three of them, to be exact. Curiously, I'm not afraid in the zombie dreams although I am sometimes trying to escape or get away. There are just zombies as a feature of the dream. Most odd.

Secondly, networking is deeply weird and vaguely unnerving. Much of my High Power networking potential comes from my high school, and this bothers me on many levels. Still, I'd be an idiot not to take advantage of it, so I shall.
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( May. 2nd, 2007 10:19 am)
In full technicolor, I dreamed that [livejournal.com profile] touchstone backed his Escape off a cliff. I was in the passenger seat (luckily for my psyche, tLD was nowhere to be found), and he was trying to turn the car around. What I thought was just a ditch turned out to be an enormous canyon, and the back wheels just slipped off.

In the curious way of dreams, my persepective changed right as the wheels were slipping, and I got to watch the car from a side viewpoint as it plunged backwards off the edge. Then I was back in my view and the car had rotated so that the nose was pointing downwards.

The scenery as we were falling was really pretty. I woke up before we hit, but I remember being oddly calm in the dream itself. Both [livejournal.com profile] touchstone and I just sorta tightened our seat belts and did our best to brace for the crash. I was apparently less calm as I was waking up because [livejournal.com profile] touchstone had to calm me down before I could resettle for sleep.

I haven't have that vivid a dream in a while. Curious.
Last night, my dreams clearly wanted me to have won the lottery. I had a very long, very detailed dream about climbing into a Ferrari and then driving off. It was cobalt blue and very very sexy.
Except for a period of fairly severe stress last night for about an hour, yesterday was a lovely day. Work went well, and the day was utterly beautiful. Weather does astounding things for my mood I've found. After work, I met my mom in the park to pick up the sproglings. I nurse tLD while the coon-kit plays on the slides and such to get some energy out before the drive home. Yesterday, the CK discovered monkey bars. They're the best thing EVER. An entire row of things designed for swinging. So she insisted that my mother (called Jo-Jo) hold her up to the bars and let her try and swing. She did a fantastic job of actually moving from one bar to the other (with only the occasional sudden release -- thus why my mother was holding her up) and thought this was grand. However, Jo-Jo found holding up a 25 pound toddler somewhat tiring after a while, so I offered to swap. As I went to hold the CK up to the bars, she suddenly glared at me, shook her head and said (quite emphatically) "No! Jo-jo!" and reached out for my mother. Alas; I am spurned.

tLD was in a fabulous mood last night which is always happy. She gobbled up dinner and even slept reasonably well. I got to run which was wonderful, and slept astoundingly soundly.

I did have one odd dream. I dreamed that I went to visit my father's grave -- but it had been moved to a completely different cemetary. I also couldn't figure out why I was going. Not a bad dream; just random.
Check back tomorrow to see if the wit has improved.

Just a quick update, nothing special to report. Got the house straight last night after a lovely and happy dinner at Casa D. Put the Bit to bed, read, went to sleep. Exciting, isn't it?

I make vague grumbling noises at work, but can not actually explain why under the terms of the security levels surrounding our project. In theory, I don't think I should even be saying that I grumble, but as the grumbling may or may not be related to the project that contains the security level, I should be safe. Of course, if it weren't related to the project, I could just tell you about it. Or could I?

Strange dreams last night involving a woman who was a combination of [livejournal.com profile] lyzosy and [livejournal.com profile] goblinkatie in a car. That's about all I remember, alas.

Hokay. Back to work.


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