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Oh boy am I not awake. Part of that's my fault - rather a lot, really. I forgot to read a 15-page document I needed to have read by today, so stayed up late last night finishing it.
And then there were the dreams. I'll skip the really gross one, and just tell you about the other:
On toward morning, I dreamed I was living somewhere with Scott and a couple other people, except one of them had just died. The Other People were unknowns in my dream, not friends, but we were mourning the dead one, and I tried to cheer Scott up by reminding him of our good fortune (? - I don't like my dream-self much!). See, the house was 5800 square feet, so I told him we each got 3500 square feet, then I remembered there were still three of us, not two, and corrected that to 1500. (My math is better when I'm awake, honest.) At this point I remembered that the Other Person still alive was our friend Jenn, whom we actually have roomed with RL, tho' never with a fourth also present. Nor, fo rthat matter, in 5800 square feet.)
This didn't improve his mood much - in fact, since he was unhappy about the person who was dead being dead, he argued it. I don't get 1500 square feet, where's my 1500 square feet, etc. So I was patiently explaining that that covered his 1/3 of the bathtub, counter, sink, closets, and bathroom cabinets.
Then I opened one of the cabinets to say something about it, and the scene flipped in the way that dreams will. Scott was no longer nearby - I wasn't even aware of him, or of anyone else. Inside the cabinet were a bunch of yellow plastic bags, probably 6" across and 9" high, marked with red multi-pointed stars. Fireworks bags, I knew. We'd bought, then not used, and stored them. I was worried because some other stuff in the cupboard was flammable.
In trying to get the bags out, I did something (I can't remember what) which caused the contents of one to start going off. Somehow I managed to keep hold of it without being burned and shove it under the sink faucet, which I turned on. It took me a couple tries, but I did it. I was so relieved when it went out.
And then I woke up, which was also a relief, except I'd like another 3-4 hours of sleep. ^.~
And then there were the dreams. I'll skip the really gross one, and just tell you about the other:
On toward morning, I dreamed I was living somewhere with Scott and a couple other people, except one of them had just died. The Other People were unknowns in my dream, not friends, but we were mourning the dead one, and I tried to cheer Scott up by reminding him of our good fortune (? - I don't like my dream-self much!). See, the house was 5800 square feet, so I told him we each got 3500 square feet, then I remembered there were still three of us, not two, and corrected that to 1500. (My math is better when I'm awake, honest.) At this point I remembered that the Other Person still alive was our friend Jenn, whom we actually have roomed with RL, tho' never with a fourth also present. Nor, fo rthat matter, in 5800 square feet.)
This didn't improve his mood much - in fact, since he was unhappy about the person who was dead being dead, he argued it. I don't get 1500 square feet, where's my 1500 square feet, etc. So I was patiently explaining that that covered his 1/3 of the bathtub, counter, sink, closets, and bathroom cabinets.
Then I opened one of the cabinets to say something about it, and the scene flipped in the way that dreams will. Scott was no longer nearby - I wasn't even aware of him, or of anyone else. Inside the cabinet were a bunch of yellow plastic bags, probably 6" across and 9" high, marked with red multi-pointed stars. Fireworks bags, I knew. We'd bought, then not used, and stored them. I was worried because some other stuff in the cupboard was flammable.
In trying to get the bags out, I did something (I can't remember what) which caused the contents of one to start going off. Somehow I managed to keep hold of it without being burned and shove it under the sink faucet, which I turned on. It took me a couple tries, but I did it. I was so relieved when it went out.
And then I woke up, which was also a relief, except I'd like another 3-4 hours of sleep. ^.~
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