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I dreamt that I fought off two dogs chasing me on my bike to work. I did this by getting off of my bike, and using it lion-tamer style to keep them at bay while I tied ropes around them. I have no idea where the ropes came from.

From Matrix-

So a gasoline tanker falls off an elevated ramp in Miami and lands by the women’s jail, bursting into very big flames, but the weirder part is that firefighters have to dodge bullets while they fight the fire because it engulfed a bunch of jail guards’ cars that contained ammunition. Eeek.

Straight dope about Asian BO (or lack thereof) and Spicy food making you sweat.

Painful headache this afternoon. Migraine-level. Made me sick to my stomach, but the head-throb was the worst. I took some naproxin, and made it as dark as I could, then went to sleep. Newt welcomed the daytime stay, and snuggled on my neck. A good drug for what ailed me.
F-ing head! Not shown… The spike is white hot.

Woke up, mostly relieved, and scribbled my dream images down on the palm.

My dreams featured these two elements… I don’t remember much else about them. A Beekeeper at night, with a droopy moustache, and a crazy woman laughing in my ear.

"The honey is sweetest at midnight, friend. Steer clear of the smoke, and you'll be safe." Uh, what?Man... She was scary. Some sort of villain, to be sure.

Dreamt that my sweetheart and I were working in the Peace Corps together… and after our year was up, it turned out that there was a TV spy from some European reality television show. We’d become big celebrities overseas… I was annoyed, because for some reason, they didn’t need my permission to film us. No signatures or contracts were collected before putting us on the air.

The upside of it was that after the show became wildly popular, a huge surge in volunteer work and peace corps-type activities took place. I recall that my beloved was really disappointed in Conan O’Brien. “I thought he would be funny… but he’s a big dumbass. All he talks about is ‘does my hair look ok to you?’… And he smells like sardines. The band is really nice, though– they showed me how to do a chord that I’ve been trying to figure out for a long time.” < -approximate dream quote. To be fair, Conan did smell like a stinky, long-dead fish...bad enough to make my eyes water. Sweetheart taught English and crop skills to the people we were working with... My instruction was also English and assorted engineering stuff, like building houses. I remember it being very difficult, lots of hands-on but quite rewarding. Our two-person hut was tiny, but somehow, we had room for about 200 books, our bed, and each other. On a wholly other note - this is a lot of fun…I like having a coffee-hungry nun attacked by scissors while trying to circumnavigate large muffins. Turn off the sound, if you’re at work!

Okie… taking apart big brain for the move to work shortly…

I’m a little nervous about taking them both to work, just because it’s all of my techno-loot… I’d hate to lose my online abilities from home for too long. (Hopefully, both will make it home in one piece tonight.)

Unhappy dreams last night… but I’m happy to have awakened to the discovery that they were just dreams. I don’t like losing people that I love.

politics

Chaotic dreams last night, not all unpleasant, just stutter-cut. I had a little difficulty sleeping… woke up and read about three times. I got past a page, figured I was weary enough to kill the lights and try again, then repeated the process about every 2 or three hours. I don’t feel too tired now, but I skipped my morning tour, and spent it in bed mostly awake, charging my batteries for the coming day. My dream locations kept shifting … I was at my old house in Boynton, no, I’m at the Dawsey’s old Boca place, no, I’m hiding out at the FAU library. I was discussing a camping/ canoe/ hiking trip with a few “faceless dream friends” to the mountains, and figuring out how long and what we’d need for the trip. Someone mentioned night vision goggles, and I thought that it was a pretty extravagant piece of equipment to bring, considering flashlights work nicely.

Newt likes ice cubes in his water dish.

ace of wandsDid a one-card spread this morning… got the ace of wands. From Learntarot.comThe Ace of Wands is a symbol of possibility in the area of creativity, excitement, adventure, courage and personal power. In readings, it shows that a seed of bold enthusiasm has been planted in your life although you may not yet recognize it. When the seed sprouts, it could take almost any form. It might be a creative idea, surge of optimism or need to act boldly. On the outside, it could be an offer, gift, opportunity, encounter or synchronistic event.

When you see this Ace, examine your life to see how its potent, confident energy could work for you. Be daring and brave. Sometimes you have to risk to get what you want. Look for the path that will excite you and push you beyond your limits. Seize the initiative, and let your enthusiasm take you to new heights. Wands are the suit of individual power and fulfillment. This Ace tells you that a time of passion is beginning. You will be able to assert your best for all to see.

The Ace of Wands is also the card of creativity. Under its influence, you can become a conduit for inspiration and invention. Forget tired, worn-out solutions. You have the chance to be original. Trust your own creative potential, and there will be no end to what you can achieve.

Sounds good to me! I’ll keep that in mind today.

They’re making a “Birds of Prey” show on WB… and Dina Meyer is Oracle! (She’s a jim-dandy batgirl.) I don’t know how I feel about who they have playing the huntress and black canary, though. hope it’s good, and survives. I worry that it’ll become the “huntress show”, rather than Canary/Oracle team-up.

Advertising early, it seems. Birds of Prey Premiere Date: October 9, 2002, at 9.

Nigerians get high on lizard droppings

One narrow path surrounded by a dense forest;
On all sides, mountains lie in darkness.
The autumn leaves have already fallen.
No rain, but still the rocks are dark with moss.
Returning to my hermitage along a way known to few,
Carrying a basket of fresh mushrooms
And a jar of pure water from the temple well.

– Ryokan (1758-1831)

a zebrellie! dang… I’m really impressed with these digital artists.

Off to work… have a good day, dear journal, and I’ll try to do the same. (Odds are in my favor)

Exciting, sexual, emotional dreams last night… Very erotic and pleasant…I woke up a-tingle, with my sweetheart’s name on my lips. I wrote more about it in my dream log… I’ll transcribe it for private reading later today.

Somehow or another, the computer turned off last night… very odd. was there a power outage? I didn’t hear the ups chirp.

I’m vain enough to notice that I’m getting more gray in my beard… but not so vain that I mind. I must’ve been on testosterone overdrive this weekend, because my face furred up fast…it was like mowing the yard after a week of summer rain.

I’ve currently got no real complaints… I could certainly bitch about a few things, but nothing so major that it bears talking about. I think that’s a good place to be. I like to count my blessings regularly. Those that I love know it. (I feel that Newt understands, even though English isn’t his strong suit.)

Scotto factoid time. Is it? Sure, why not?

I go through cycles of sound. Some periods, I need to have something going in the background… soft music, television, the whir of the A/C… If I can hear myself breathing, then it becomes a distraction.

Other times, I want it so quiet that I can hear the blood pump in my body while at rest. I like to lay awake at night, with my ear pressed against a bicep, or Newton’s side, and just listening to things happening inside…the creak of a tendon, squish of blood being pushed through a vein, or in Newton’s case… hear his tummy digesting a midnight snack or purring like a lawnmower. It’s also fun to hear him eat.

When I smell ozone, I think that I can fly. I have no idea why that is, but I feel simultaneously energized and relaxed by the stuff.

Before Newton, there were times when I’d gone an entire weekend without speaking a single word aloud. I wonder if I was trapped on a desert island on my own, how long my silence would rule. I think I’d end up “singing in the shower”, if there was a warm waterfall nearby, but might not speak much outside of that.

I’m really impressed by Charlotte Church lately… she’s got an amazing talent.

Time for me to move… see you later, dear journal!

I dreamt last night that I was spelunking, and found a big, open cave with an underground river, full of blind, albino/transparent crayfish. I was up with the sun this morning…and opted to run around the house with Newtie in the A/C rather than riding up to the beach…so sue me. 🙂 I like to play with the baby, y’know.

Note to self… need more cat-sand and cat-food by Saturday night.

Holding off on the epidural for a while… that’s a good thing. My back is Jim-dandy right now, anyhow.

N Arr… I be a pi-r8. N With me faithful orange-parrot-cat I be a downloadin’ like a fool, I be. got some spiffy new toys to investigate… most of it flashy-stuff, just to teach myself more when I get more time. I also have a good line on a new plot for a short story, I think.

Ooh… the anagram server is nifty. scottobear can be rearranged quite a few ways, with a minimum of effort. I especially like “Boca’s Otter”, “Tote Cobras”, “Cat Booster”, “Taboo Crest” and “Reboot Scat”

Well, off to the showers… then to work! Be home tonight, dear journal.