I'm Made of Dead People!

GREEN, Your death's colour is Green. Death of the
mind. Your heart is isolated within your mind.
You seek knowledge. You are very rare.


??Which colour of Death is yours??
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Hoo-Fucking-Rah!

Due to a scheduling glitch (which I half suspected, so I called in to work to see if I was actually on the schedule or not), I am NOT scheduled to work today. Which excites me no end, 'cause it means, for one thing, that I can go back to bed (with my freshly-showered-just-in-case self) after having only had a couple of hours of sleep. This is mostly due to tc_borderpagans, which I actually got to go to last night, husbands included. It was fabulous. I was pleased no end to be there, around people, and we splurged on Applebee's afterwards, where we continued to talk, and get close to those we've been close to in the past, and it was just like we never left. *contented sigh* I'm going to ask my evening clients if I can have Monday nights off. (Note: My previously posted schedule shows Monday nights off already, but client 1 has requested 7 days per week, as soon as his hospital issues are over, so I told client 2 that, since this is a temporary situation, I could go back to Monday and Friday with him, since that's what he prefers, I think. This situation will continue until client 1's wife heals from surgery on her hand, which she's not even having till November, so we're looking at January-ish, I'm guessing, assuming the surgery is a success and it heals properly to begin with. Energy towards that would be appreciated. And not just 'cause it gets me off 7/6 nights per week, but because these are great people, and deserve it.) But after that, we came home, and had more talk that spanned several hours, and it was good.

Anyway, although the shower woke me up, and although going to bed with wet hair isn't my favorite thing in the world to do (even though I wake up with these great curls when I do), I'm getting sleepy again, so I think I'm gonna go curl up around the blonde beastie again. :)

Sweet Dreams are Made of This...

Well, maybe not a sweet dream, per se... but definitely unusual in the way it panned out, and with a happy ending...

I was in, it would seem, a movie. Except that it was real. But, at the same time, there were movie-like elements in it. Robert Redford as the male protagonist, for example. And he was riding a way-tricked-out red motorcyle, so over the top (but classy) in its bling that it had to be the kind that movie makers come up with, and everyone who's the least bit interested in motorcycles drools for months before they start marketing overpriced versions of it on eBay and whatnot. There was a couple of times in the dream where I took note of something, and knew it was there as an advertisement, or placed there specifically to make some sort of symbolic point. (I don't recall exactly what it was, nor did I get the impression that the symbolism was meant for me. Weird, since it was my dream...)

But, be that as it may...

Parts of the dream I don't remember as well. However, since I had the dream after going back to bed, and woke up once since then, and went back to sleep, and just had a long talk with the husbands, it's rather surprising I remember it as much as I do.

Sometime near the beginning of the dream, I was out in this scrub-brush type area, near a lake. I've never been to Wyoming or that area of the western US, but that was the general impression I got as to where I was. There were this little dog-like puppies there - green fur with black spots. There was green-furred adults nearby, looking at me somewhat warily as I played with the puppies, but obviously not considering me enough of a threat to give me more than a passing glance. I knew, because of their markings, that these puppies were a hybrid of the wild green dogs that I could see, and domesticated dogs. For some reason, I knew that if people knew about them, they'd be in danger. Local farmers finding them a threat in the same way the wild/domestic hybrids near Safe Harbor are a threat, because they're just wild enough to be dangerous, and just domestic enough to be unafraid of humans. I didn't have that thought process at the time... I just knew they were in danger because they were hybrids.

After I was done playing with them, I went back into town. There was something going on there. A festival, or a circus in town, maybe. I was the female protagonist in the dream/film, but I didn't really interact with Redford, nor he with me. However, he obviously knew about me, and the puppies, and was on my side with the idea of trying to keep them safe. In the meantime, there was something going on in the town. Some some of subplot where there was corruption in the town, or something fishy with the carnie types that involved the local government/law enforcement... not really sure what. I know there was a kitchen involved at some point, or just that one of the scenes was set in a kitchen. There was a time where there were a couple of people who were crawling underneath something to find some paperwork, which was in what looked like a FedEx envelope. (This was the thing I mentioned earlier that I felt was placed in just that fashion to make some sort of symbolic point that eluded me.) Anyway, some of the bad guys in the town had found out about the puppies. Apparently, they either hadn't figured out about me, or just couldn't find me. Robert Redford led them away from the town in his shiny red motorcyle, and they followed him on their much less cool bikes, in a not-particularly-action-filled-but-suspenseful-nonetheless chase scene which took place over highways and over countryside. I could see most of this happening, and my attention seemed to be focused there, even though I wasn't anywhere near it. In fact, I was concentrating so much on this scene, which I could see clearly from a more-than-impossible distance that I was surprised when I took note of my own surroundings, to find that I was just at the edge of the lake where the puppies had been before. It was quite a ways out of the town, and I knew there was no one close by, and certainly no one dangerous close by. So, I swam across the lake. I got to a cave/den area where the puppies were, except they were cats now (of, I think, normal cat colors). I had some sort of cloth that I was rubbing them with. I knew they were wild, and that I couldn't push the issue of rubbing them down, and felt lucky they were letting me do that much. But somehow, rubbing them down was going to keep them safe. I'm not sure if it was going to keep them safe from the townspeople, or if keeping them clean would just clean them healthy so they could survive better, or just what. There was one that had a lot of gunk in his (her?) eye, and I gently rubbed some of it out, but I couldn't get it all without being more aggressive, which I knew it wouldn't tolerate, so I just let it be.

This actually where the dream ended. I was just in the den, wiping down the animals, feeling very at peace, knowing this was my destiny or something like that. I knew there were unresolved subplots. I didn't know what was going on with the corruption of the town, I didn't know what had happened with Redford's motorcyle chase. But I somehow knew that none of that mattered, that all that mattered was this moment, doing what I was doing, and that everything else would take care of itself with no help from me, and that all was safe and good.

I find it unusual that I woke up at this point. I mean, how often do dreams just end, and be done with it? In my experience, I've always woken up before the end, usually at an inopportune moment, wondering what the fuck that was all about, and what was going to happen next. That's another thing that made this dream feel like a movie. I got to see it from beginning to end, no interruptions, no cutoffs. I wouldn't have been surprised if credits had started rolling, or I found myself at a cast party. And just the sense of peace, calm, and contentment... that everything was all right, and nothing else needed to be done, even though there was so many loose threads, that a real movie probably wouldn't have left hanging.

I dunno. It just seems weird. Good, but weird...