Dream

I'm not gonna bother with details, really. I was in the hospital for an operation. I have no idea what kind. blckwngdorcl and lunenoire were there, but off to the side somehow. I remember that the nurse gave me some sort of thing to make me sleepy, as if they thought it was time for me to have the surgery, but I never did end up in surgery. I told her shortly afterwards that I needed to go to the bathroom, and she reluctantly took me there; I don't think I was supposed to get up after the meds. I was kindasorta fuzzy, but that was about it. She was annoyed that I wouldn't touch the IV pole.

(Note: In waking hours, I am petrified by IVs. If I have one in, I won't look at it, touch it, or otherwise acknowledge it, except for the fact that I will use the hand it's in very gingerly. If I can at all avoid it, I won't touch or look at anything associated with the IV, either.)

Anyway, we made it back to the prep area. blckwngdorcl and lunenoire were still there, off to the side, but somehow we'd ended up in a place that was more like a living room. There was some discussion. I remember Mike Burns sitting off at a table, doing his own thing. (He was a guy who used to work at Toys R Us with Fig.) He was on the computer or something, and someone said something that either annoyed him or was unintentionally derogatory. Anyway, he bitched about it (he isn't the bitchy type), and I was like "Mike!" (in real life, we always called him "Mr. Burns", a la the Simpsons, even though that didn't fit his personality at all). Then I said something to the effect of not taking whatever was said personally, 'cause it wasn't meant that way. I finished with, "This is me, dude!" There were some other people there, including an older lady who left temporarily, leaving behind some gold ring with a huge smooth purple stone, except the ring was large enough to go around someone's arm. Later, there turned out to be two of them, but the second one was more ornate. I remember hearing blckwngdorcl say from across the room that I'd been given permission by logomancer for one unsolicited phone call. This was a bit of a surprise, but not really. I mean, I figured he must have heard through the grapevine that I was having this surgery, and figured that such an event was enough to break our silence. I wasn't the least bit sleepy by this time, and there was no one around that looked like they were taking me anywhere, so I wandered over there. Apparently, blckwngdorcl was checking my voicemail messages for me. Not answering the phone, just checking the messages that were left. And then he said that Fig had left the same message. That kinda blew my mind. I had to clarify that, that BOTH of them had called, independently of each other, and left the SAME message??? But, that did appear to be the case. Fig, it would seem, was in town. That one kinda blew my mind. He was in town, he wanted me to call him, (which led me to believe he was alone), he knew how to get in touch with me to begin with, and (I presumed) he knew about the surgery. So, that part was kinda weird. Silence broken by two people I'd be interested in being in contact with again, out of the blue, even though it was before something like a surgery.

*shrug* I rarely have prophetic dreams, but that would be cool.
(Well, y'know... not the surgery part...)

Randomness

Currently, lunenoire is making breakfast and clearing the living room so we can watch a movie together while we eat - Sin City, which I haven't seen yet. Earlier, blckwngdorcl and I went out for water (I have one of those 5-gallon water cooler things with hot/cold running water - coolest appliance ever) and milk, and also got some Starbucks goodness while we were out. (Damn elephantankh, anyway, for addicting me to French press!) Anyway, we came back and kinds simultaneously worked on the kitchen and the garbage, so it would be clean enough for lunenoire to cook. We had some good discussion about expectations (mine and his) and apprecation (my lack of expressing such), and that went well. Now that we're done with that, we've been kicked out of the kitchen to let the maestro work. :) He makes the bestest poached eggs. Note, this is a skill I never learned, because when I was young, my parents had this egg cooker that you could set up to cook eggs just about any way you wanted, just by putting the stuff in and hitting the right button. It was kinda like this, I think. Anyway, I had no idea how to poach eggs. I'm still not sure, although I get the impression it has something to do with boiling them. At any rate, the eggs I can actually make well without fucking them up are scrambled, but I despise scrambled eggs unless lunenoire makes them. Actually, there are a lot of things that blckwngdorcl and I typically won't eat, but when lunenoire makes them, we like 'em. He's an awfully good cook. :)

Anyway, I kinda feel like posting, but don't really have anything to say, nor am I in the mood to expound on any deep subjects. Plus, y'know, I don't wanna get in an introspective mood, to be interrupted by breakfast, no matter how good it is. :) That and Sin City, from all accounts, isn't the most ...introspective... of movies. *grin*

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