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Morning.
No news on yet; I wanted to get my thoughts down, first.
Apologies to anyone who felt overwhelmed by the amount of text I dumped in here yesterday; I tend to be scattered when shocked, and babbling is one of my responses to something I can't encompass. Maybe my strongest.
I spent yesterday evening hanging out on two MUSH sites, and three or four web sites, including news. I had the radio in the background. I know, from past experience, that in an odd way, it's better for me to hit information overload. The repeat of existing information in the background reassures my mind that it's understood what's going on. (Of course, on fundamental levels, I haven't. How can I possibly grasp, that deeply and quickly, so much death and destruction? But it does reassure me, accuracy aside.)
I was starting to not care about more news - to have hit repeat overload - when I went to bed last night. So I don't think I'll bother with any but occasional glances for breaking news, today.
Besides, I've slept, and that - as long as there is some news - is the other healer. I don't understand people whose response to a crisis is to stay awake throughout it (as a couple people I was talking to last night were planning to do with this one). Oh, I could understand it if they were in a position to help with the rescue efforts, or something.
If it works for them...then good. I imagine there are people who could not understand the news-focus I had, or the way so many people clung together on the one MUSH, rehashing something they couldn't change or help with. (And that really helped too. Community is a big thing. Even realizing I could be annoyed at someone for breaking the PG-13 rules - and no, I did not complain, it was not that important then - made me feel better.)
Last night, I was not sure how well I'd sleep. (I almost always sleep. I can sleep after just about anything, as long as I've actually been up a regular day-length I'll get tired when I lie down, whether I felt it before or not.)
I slept...okay. Settling down and getting to sleep was rough, and it was restless, but I'm awake and functional this morning. I dreamed. I had several dreams. I know this, but I only remember one of them. I don't think any of the rest were nightmares; I remember things were going on, but I don't remember real fear or even strong nervousness.
The one I remember was, amusingly, just putting things into place again. It was almost like I was working with a physical setup like the Bejeweled game at the MSN Zone. Oh, the pieces didn't look exactly like those jewels, though I don't remember what shapes they did take. But they used the same colors, and they had to be lined up by color. And I got them into place. Oh, I couldn't get all of them; but that's the nature of the game. I felt I got as many as possible, and I woke up.
Sometimes, my subconscious could only be more blatant if it whacked me with a sledgehammer.
Apologies to anyone who felt overwhelmed by the amount of text I dumped in here yesterday; I tend to be scattered when shocked, and babbling is one of my responses to something I can't encompass. Maybe my strongest.
I spent yesterday evening hanging out on two MUSH sites, and three or four web sites, including news. I had the radio in the background. I know, from past experience, that in an odd way, it's better for me to hit information overload. The repeat of existing information in the background reassures my mind that it's understood what's going on. (Of course, on fundamental levels, I haven't. How can I possibly grasp, that deeply and quickly, so much death and destruction? But it does reassure me, accuracy aside.)
I was starting to not care about more news - to have hit repeat overload - when I went to bed last night. So I don't think I'll bother with any but occasional glances for breaking news, today.
Besides, I've slept, and that - as long as there is some news - is the other healer. I don't understand people whose response to a crisis is to stay awake throughout it (as a couple people I was talking to last night were planning to do with this one). Oh, I could understand it if they were in a position to help with the rescue efforts, or something.
If it works for them...then good. I imagine there are people who could not understand the news-focus I had, or the way so many people clung together on the one MUSH, rehashing something they couldn't change or help with. (And that really helped too. Community is a big thing. Even realizing I could be annoyed at someone for breaking the PG-13 rules - and no, I did not complain, it was not that important then - made me feel better.)
Last night, I was not sure how well I'd sleep. (I almost always sleep. I can sleep after just about anything, as long as I've actually been up a regular day-length I'll get tired when I lie down, whether I felt it before or not.)
I slept...okay. Settling down and getting to sleep was rough, and it was restless, but I'm awake and functional this morning. I dreamed. I had several dreams. I know this, but I only remember one of them. I don't think any of the rest were nightmares; I remember things were going on, but I don't remember real fear or even strong nervousness.
The one I remember was, amusingly, just putting things into place again. It was almost like I was working with a physical setup like the Bejeweled game at the MSN Zone. Oh, the pieces didn't look exactly like those jewels, though I don't remember what shapes they did take. But they used the same colors, and they had to be lined up by color. And I got them into place. Oh, I couldn't get all of them; but that's the nature of the game. I felt I got as many as possible, and I woke up.
Sometimes, my subconscious could only be more blatant if it whacked me with a sledgehammer.