kismetism

Dream! Not sure what triggered this, but it must have something to do with having met Spark’s grandmother a couple weeks ago. >_>

I don’t remember much, but I know at least Kim and Manda were there, and there was at least one other but I’m not sure who… get the feeling it was another SC. And they were all sitting at a table in the room I was in and I was sleeping.

And I woke up really slowly and hazily and heard them talking quietly. And I felt like, as I was waking, that my mind was strangely clearer than usual. And near my bedside there was a sheaf of papers, which I thumbed through. They were pages of the manga … nonexistent pages, mind you, that haven’t been drawn yet (in real life or the dream) … and I scanned them with interest.

Then I got up and shuffled over to the girls at the table and … hm, well, I broke down crying in Kim’s arms, saying something about how I missed them and wished my mind was not messed up so that I could be “present” with them all the time, rather than … only really there in body. And I had been on the verge of asking what I was like when I wasn’t having a moment of clarity when I woke up.

I suppose, somewhere, this is what I have decided dementia must be like… where most of the time your mind is in a fuzzy, dreamy haze and you don’t live in the moment anymore. I said a while back, while Spark was talking to Lloyd about his grandmother, that I wouldn’t want to live like that. >_>

Anyway! Happy fourth. XP

Had an overload of dreaming last night / this morning, all clearly borne from my deeply embedded and only sometimes acknowledged anxiety of not being prepared to teach this summer.

There was no particular timeline, but all the basic fears were represented… coming in day one and having nearly none of my TAs arriving on time or at all. Worse, having a couple actually show and all they would do was goof off in a corner. My co-instructors completely missing in action.

I didn’t have TIC groups prepared so couldn’t seat people immediately… tried making them on the fly and students grumbled at having to move. AIC students hating me for my lack of planning. Students who were bored. Students who were bored and playing games already.

Even the lab itself was completely reorganized, as well as relatively disorganized… tables and computers moved in a totally new formation that was completely non-conducive to our “groups” mentality… some computers not working, spacing uneven so people were cramped, and the overhead lighting not working in some places and flickering.

My subconscious is so dramatic.

Man. Had two incredibly convoluted and complicated dreams last night of “epic movie” proportions. At first I thought they were combined stories, but in retrospect I think they were two separate ones. Unfortunately most of the details are totally lost on me and all I remember are the main themes.

The first one was something like… me and several other people (no one I knew) were training to become the apprentices of the … some kind of group of people who controls the aspects of the world, I guess (like the Incarnations of Immortality series by Piers Anthony).

All I really remember was that I got assigned to be the apprentice for Death, which I totally balked at and didn’t want anything to do with, but then Death started going through these creepy intriguing passion speeches about why his job was essential and how it was tied up with all these interesting morality issues that I apparently secretly enjoy dealing with. (Maybe it should be noted that in the aforementioned Incarnations of Immortality series, I did like the first book the best, which was about the incarnation of Death.) Though shortly after it was revealed that Death had some kind of alternate agenda for recruiting specifically me.

The second dream was basically a regurgitation of Public Enemies to some degree… that is, the primary conflict was one good guy and one bad guy, and I was on bad guy’s “side” helping him manage his heists, though in the dream they were less about heists and more about doing things that the law enforcement would disapprove of, but for a really good cause. And for whatever reason, I was bantering with someone else who was on the “good” side and basically swaying her to our side, because she was starting to realize that we weren’t really bad people.

Strange that both of these dreams were about moral ambiguity, at least in part. What have I been doing recently that involves that… ::puzzling::

Took a nap and had some kind of whack dream. It was unusual because I never identified as one of the people in the dream, rather than just experiencing the narrative as an omniscient other. Dream logic ftw.

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It was about a little girl who lived next door to a really eccentric couple and it wasn’t totally clear why at first. But they frequently asked the little girl to come over and house sit for them. And they kept their home spotlessly clean.

(it should be noted that I never really understood the concept of house sitting. giving the keys to the neighbor so they can come feed your cat, sure, … maybe water the plants. But house sitting? notsomuch.)

Anyway, one night the girl is going home after the adults come back and they pat her on the head as she goes, and she finds another kid who lives on the street coming up to the house and she asks what he’s doing. And they’re friends, and he tells her that the couple asked him to house sit tonight, too.

And the little girl’s like, huh?, because she just got done with house sitting and they’re back already, so why’s he gotta do it too?

And it turns out that the two people who live in the house are like… pirates. Or some kind of seafaring guardian type thing (cause… pirates are guardians… O.o ) … and apparently it was getting to that time of year where they needed to sacrifice a kid in order to strengthen the spell that … protected the area from sea serpents and kept their house so clean. (that’s a nice bonus.)

And they were going to sacrifice the boy, cause they liked the girl too much to consider doing that to her. (and the kid from across the street was a brat.) But in the midst of figuring all this out, this mermaid comes and admonishes the couple for what they’re doing… because sacrificing a little kid for the good of many still is bad… and the couple has been neglecting/cheating their guardianship duty (UR DOIN IT RONG) in their effort to appear normal and blend in with the rest of the modern world.

And the little girl in the meantime decides to go swimming in the couple’s pool, which boggles them for some reason and somehow that inspires the couple to do the right thing.

And then I woke up.

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Honestly, I think if you tweaked some of the elements, it could make an awesome children’s book. Can we say Hayao Miyazaki? >_>