Dream Journal (for the night of Tuesday, Jan 5)

Okie dokie.... here we go.

Here's my dream journal for the night of Jan 5th (yesterday/this morning). Instead of doing it for pre-night, I did this instead for the actual dream itself.

I went to sleep at 10:50 ish. In the shower (in which, by the way, I sneezed out the most disgusting red-veiled snot thing ever) I decided to try a little trick-- I simply said out-loud a couple times "I will remember a dream tonight".

And guess what?

I remembered 2.

Dreams occur in cycles, separated by time. I usually only remember one (the last cycle- that is, the one before I wake up). I don't know why I remembered 2. Maybe it was because I said the line out-loud. Whatever.

Let's see. I actually remembered the first dream second-- I remembered it as I was writing down the dream I most recently had (the second one listed here).

First dream: I was a super hero where my power was something like the rain/water healed me but damaged others, and since it couldn't touch my super-hero allies so I had to absorb all the water-shocks that the enemy sent out. Then, I had to go down a drain (like a bathtub drain) to go talk to someone or another, and I point out that I'm too small to fit. But my allies tell me I'll fit, and they throw a chair or two down to prove that point. So I go down and--magically-- I fit. And then I don't remember what happened next.

Second dream: Girl that's a friend asked me to go out with her or something. I seemed to know that it wasn't real and that I was dreaming. The dream itself seemed chunky-- thoughts didn't go well together, and it's hard to remember.

Anyway, dream journal for tonight.

And now I have to go to sleeeep...

Dream Journal (for Mon, Jan 4)

I've been commissioned to write a dream journal, either about a dream I had or how I feel right before I go to sleep. This is for yesterday, before I went to sleep.

Pre-sleep: 10:47 PM

Feeling: I'm feeling sorta calm right now. I'm was really pissed and annoyed beforehand, though, with people and myself. People really can make you mad.
I've come to realize that there are a couple certainties in the world:

• There are dumb people out there
• There are confused people out there
• There are people above you in power out there
• There are dumb and confused people in power above you out there-- and, when this happens, you can get really, really annoyed...

But you just have to deal with it...

Anyway. Today, thought about Psalm 69 because friend-that's-a-girl wanted me to find some Bible verses for her. It's a very vivid chapter of the Bible (v2:

I sink in the miry depths,
where there is no foothold.
I have come into the deep waters;
the floods engulf me.

I also went on Facebook to cool off after that incident. Great time-- great people, great friends. Just remembered I have to ask N.M. [name shortened for privacy] something tomorrow. I'm a little worried about one of my friends, though...Am I supposed to do something to help him?

I will try incubating that question today, by asking over and over, "Am I supposed to minister to C.R.?"

Will pray, put in contacts, then go to sleep.



That was my entry.

I do not remember having a dream.

No Posts Indefinitely due to Explosions

My power's out indefinitely, and as such, I will not be able to post (with the computer being at 13% battery and the internet gone...)

However, I witnessed the explosions that made the power go out.

Today was foggy. The rain had started around 2 PM, but by 4 it was gone.

Here's the story:

I was sitting on my couch on the phone. And you know how it was really gray and dreary and colorless outside? Well, suddenly, there's a big flash of orange light, and a shaking sound (the window rattled). I look outside, and there is a ton (a TON) of sparks showering down onto the shrubbery. I think "Oh, fudgesicles...where's my cell phone? I need to call 911" when there's another boom at the other powerline. I rush over there...and there's barrels and barrels and barrels of sparks pouring and pouring out, the power line falling and glowing bright white...

And then I got connected to the 911 operator, and I tell her my name and address...and she connects me to the police station...and I give them my name and address and what happened...and then I get transferred to the fire department...and I give them my name and address, and what happened, and my address, and my city, and my city again, my name, my cell phone number, and my city yet again...

And so meanwhile, I'm looking at a downed power line in the shrubbery, caught on a tree...and for the next two hours, while all my power's gone and all I have is my phone, I'm busy taking pictures of the tree smolder and the fire flare up...

But anyway, I'm safe, the tree is OK, the power's gone, and there will probably be no more posts for a while...

Stupid Left Contact

I wear night contacts (rigid gas permeable). In short, you put them in at night, and their rigidness and their weight molds your eye back to the correct shape so that when you take them out in the morning, your eyes will be okay for the rest of the day.

Last night, however, when I put my left contact in, it hurt a little- just like a piece of sand had gotten into your eye. I ignored it. Tears usually flush out whatever is hidden inside the contact.

The night crawled slowly by. The agitation behind my contact keeps growing, and growing. I put Visine in my eyes. It brings temporary relief. I roll my eyes around, hoping that whatever it is bothering me will dislodge itself. It doesn't work. My eye feels like someone's pressing hard with a sharp fingernail onto it.

Enter 2 in the morning. I get mad at the dumb contact. I take it out, wash it, then stick it back in (I almost thought I lost it in the dark). It still hurts.

Finally, at 4 in the morning (3:48- I checked), I give up. I take out my contacts, wash them, put them back inside their case, and rub my eyes for the next twenty minutes. Then I went back to sleep.

Ah...sounds like a nice ending, doesn't it?

It's not the end yet...

It's 7 in the morning. I'm awake, and doing work. My left eye hurts like crazy- and I'm tired. Really, really, tired. Every time I blink tears come out because the eye and the eyelid keep rubbing against each other in a really annoying way. My eye was red and sensitive. The contact had left a trail of death.

Until 9, I walked around with my right eye closed...I dunno why that helped the pain. I just know that then the left eye couldn't close, and so it couldn't rub and be annoying.

But yes. That was my morning.

I'm going to clean my contact very well before putting it in tonight.