mikailborg | Entries tagged with dreams

Once again, utility appliances strike cruelly. Not an oil furnace this time, but my hot water heater, choosing to burst and fill the downstairs apartment with water at quarter-of-six this morning.

The maintenance person shut off and vacuumed up the water, and left to fetch a new heater. Wanting to stick around in case there were further issues, I called in to work and stretched out on the couch. I woke up on the couch at my mom's house 300 miles away, very disoriented and wondering how the heck that had happened. Knowing I needed to head back to the apartment, I found my keys and wallet and went outside, but while there were strangely dozens of cars in front of the house, none of them were mine.

Then, of course, I woke up for real on the couch in my apartment, doubly disoriented for a few moments. The dream of being awake had been very convincing, even though my mom's house hasn't looked quite like that in years.

Shortly thereafter, they came back to work on the water heater some more. It's noon, and I still have no hot water. Ahh, well.

Local weather is trying to be obliging. "You don't have a light jacket right now? Okay, we'll just drop the morning temp to 45 degrees so you can wear your winter coat, does that help?"

Had a very weird dream the other night where I climbed down a narrow drainage pipe to find myself in a secret underground studio where they were filming the return of "Mystery Science Theater 3000" to the cable channels. I was privileged to sit in on one of the sessions where they watch the movie and write the jokes; I started ad-libbing along, and they hired me on the spot, causing me to draw the wrath of one of the other writers for some reason. Any dream interpreters wanna take a shot at that one?

In the ongoing Stuff Reduction Plan, I did some heavy game materials archaeology yesterday. I found my copy of Amber Diceless, a fascinating take on RPG mechanics that uses no random chance at all; Star Warriors, a fast-paced, careening tactical game of Star Wars fightercraft; and Ogre, light infantry and vehicles against a robot tank the size of a small city block. I'm keeping those. (Actually, I fear the Ogre set may belong to

rattrap.)

Going away is the stack of official Star Trek fan magazines, which will be probably be trashed; and

raininva has dibs on the bigger stack of West End Star Wars RPG and Indiana Jones RPG books. Battletech 3025 scenario and source- books are going; Battletech 'Mech listing books are staying. I'm not sure whether I'm keeping Castle Falkenstein, or the hardcover first-edition copy of White Wolf Mage. (Starr, a onetime Vampire LARPer, may give me permission to keep that.) However, I will divest myself of the two Last Unicorn Star Trek RPG hardcovers, and the Traveller: A New Era core book. I have a lot of gaming stuff.

Last treasure unearthed: my Wireframe Babylon Project books and GM screen. The savvy fan will find the names of

jsciv,

yubbie, and

impink within; and down in the playtesting credits, a listing for some doof that goes by

mikailborg online. Yeah, I'm keeping that one.

Current Mood: nostalgic

Well, fall has arrived in Hampton Roads. We're getting our usual ration of violent, brief evening thunderstorms; and the leaves are beginning to give up the struggle and drop from the trees. The change I found most notable is the 55-degree morning I walked out into; especially since my White Plectrum jacket has finally given up the ghost, and my Starfleet denim jacket isn't quite what I want to wear to work. (Oh, and the Starfleet jacket's falling apart too.) Looks like this weekend will include shopping for something to keep my arms warm.

After reading my tweet about last night's dreaming,

tango suggested a nice white canvas jacket with really long sleeves that buckle in the back. Sounds good for lots of reasons, but it would make the morning commute a bit trying if I had to steer with my teeth.

Current Mood: cold

Eight hours of sleep...

... didn't help a bit last night. I woke up this morning with a thickly fogged, achy head, which only a lot of liquid did anything for. I also had a bad dream last night that I threw panels for Technicon and nobody came :( Or maybe they just sucked, I can't remember the dream that well.

Starr has jumped right back into her work. Her co-workers attempts to take it easy on her first day back failed miserably - such is the nursing profession, I guess. We had a nice couple of hours last night before she succumbed to the lure of sleep.

I found a nice sentence on a link from Tobold's blog about certain types of gamers, WoW hardcore raiders especially, that relates to my 'poker deck' post: "For some people it isn't enough to have achieved something first, they must also make sure that nobody else gets there, or it tarnishes their leet shine."

Current Mood: groggy

Slept reasonably well last night, but for some reason I am sluggish and foggy this morning. I remember bits and pieces of the dream I had... something about gorillas loping calmly out of the old General Electric plant back in Salem. In my dream, it was 3am, and

rattrap and I had been tasked to do something about the gorilla situation, which I protested because I'd been up all night and had work tomorrow.

These are my dreams, folks. They don't get any more coherent.

Despite, or because of, my mental fog this morning, my brain was quite creative on the drive to work. I fleshed out some more concepts for the webcomic I'm never going to have time or skill to do. I really miss plotting out Artificial Intelligence with Tom Monaghan. If I ever fix or replace my scanner, those old comics really ought to go on the web while I can still find the old print collection.

Midori-kitty has been a lot more affectionate to us the last few weeks, but she's been quite hostile to visitors at the same time. We're thinking it's a territory issue, but she really needs to quit it. This remains our place, not hers, until she's willing to pay rent for it. And she doesn't make much money.

Must. Clear. Head. And. Get Work Done.

Current Mood: confused

09:29 Too much Food Network last night. Dreamed that pastry chefs were building meiran's new car out of layer cake, fondant, and icing. #

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My dreaming has been way over-active these last two weeks. among other things, I dreamed last night that I went to see a movie and caught the trailer for a new Buckaroo Banzai movie... also, that someone saw me in the lobby and shouted, "Hey, I know you, you're 'Ambercritter'!" And I seemed to agree with them. I wonder if this is a premonition that I'm going to be playing in a furry Amber RPG where I use my Jet Car to Hellride?

Or not.

Current Mood: weird
Current Music: I'm Still Standing - Elton John - Elton John

Finally woke up about 10:30 this morning... bad enough, except I'd already been at work for 2 hours by that time. I slept very badly Saturday and Sunday nights; considering that I was very busy both days, that means that by yesterday afternoon, I was pretty dead. The dreams have been many and interesting, as well; one of Sunday's involved, myself,

raininva,

jdunson, and other local fen being chased from Hogwarts by bad guys. Eventually, when they couldn't find us in the room in which we'd holed up, they just stole the whole room.

One good thing happened to me on Sunday; I reluctantly entered November's first MechWarrior: Dark Age sanctioned scenario, and walked off with second prize. (Rain and I were supposed to compete for first and second, but I got hit with a clue round, and offered her first place before we began, thus saving a lot of useless bloodshed. *grin*)

Rising Star 11 starts in three days. Am I ready? (Insert maniacal laughter here...)

Current Mood: rushed
Current Music: Fire On High - Electric Light Orchestra - Face The Music

I am psychically unwell this morning... no, I don't mean I'm receiving bad telepathy, I mean I am in a state of mental unbalance. Like my consciousness spent too much time on a ride at the Salem Fair.

Rough dreams last night... the first one directly influenced by the TV Rain was watching last night. I dreamed I was Sarah Jessica Parker's character on Sex and the City, pregnant, and being chased by government agents who wanted the Pelican Brief. (oookaaayyy...)

After the agents were stopped, they handed me my baby, and I broke down and cried. Just bawled. The only reason that's pertinent is that, when I woke up, I felt emotionally like I really had cried, for a good long time... just wrung out and clouded.

But the dreams didn't end there... I dreamed that I woke up - everything in the dream became hyper-clear. I got up, and went to the window in another room that overlooks the residential road. It seemed to be around 3 or 4 am. An 18-wheeler with way too many running lights drove by at a casual pace... there was a burst of golden sparks, like fireworks. When they cleared, the street was empty... until a light blue, t-shaped, levitating object bigger than a car cruised by just as casually. I left the window, convinced that I'd seen something I wasn't supposed to have seen, and I was going to regret it shortly... it wouldn't be a friendly Will Smith coming to neuralize me, oh no.

So when I finally woke up for real, I felt wrung out, clouded, paranoid and worried.

Good way to start the day, huh?

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: Popcorn-Jean-Michel Jarre

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An un-seen episode of "The Prisoner"

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