- March 29th, 2012
I had a dream last night that I was... somewhere, can't recall... and Tigger was there with me and he was doing absolutely great for a 25-year-old dog. We played a bit. I noticed that he had some balding spots on his legs, and that was a bit disappointing, but at his advanced age I really couldn't've expected much else. So we were playing and he had a bit of stiffness to his walk, I noticed, but nothing too serious. Then there was something about a fireplace, maybe like the stove that we had at 605 but I'm not sure - whatever, it didn't seem too important, although in a deeper sense it may have had some connection to his cremation - and then I woke up and had a brief cry about how it wasn't real.
I had a dream last night that I was staying at a hotel with a number of people and Amy was there and we were in one of the great suites that Ali just mentioned in reference to ECDX'12 but there was some confusion as to how we were going to divvy up the space and it wasn't working out as simply as I thought it ought to, nor was it working out the way I thought it should. But the suite was really spacious and it didn't have a lot of gaudy or stupid hotel art, bad furniture, and so on... so that was at least nice.
I had a dream last night that I was at 824 (although at first it was just some barn somewhere) and there was some sort of evil that was stalking us around the place: it had come up through the ground, but after that it spent most of its time clinging to walls from impossible angles and defying gravity and that sort of thing. There were a whole bunch of us there and we were going to get it... somehow. Even though it was dark out, and we had no idea how to find it, let alone how to conquer it. But we took off in a huge group to stalk it, and to get the chase started, we all ran around the front of the house from the driveway side. We kept on going around until we got to the far side, at which point there was a terrible accident of some sort: someone fell at the front of the group and it turned into a huge pileup (and there may have been something about a chimney collapsing on someone somewhere in there as well) but I was toward the back of the group so I was able to stop in time before anything happened to me. I had a chance to look at what was happening ahead of me, though, and there was blood all over the place and Nina was laying on the grass in what looked to be horrible pain while Sug and Fists and a bunch of other people tried to help her. I climbed up on the rubble of the collapsed chimney and offered to help but they had the situation pretty well-covered and I felt like a fifth wheel. So instead, I backtracked to the front of the house and around back via the driveway, the way we'd originally come. I didn't have any particular plan, and I'd been separated from the rest of the group. My only weapons were an assortment of rockets that I made at Camp Watonka and some others that I didn't recognize but I figured I must've made them as well. Balsawood and cardboard, not good defense in the face of evil but I was going to have to make due. I passed Castro, who was running in the opposite direction - also by herself. Not running terrified, just running. So like her. And then I was by myself again, and I was scared because I couldn't see very well and I wished I'd gone with Castro when I'd had the chance. As if it wasn't rough enough having to find some evil gravity-defying thing at night with nothing but a flimsy cardboard tube, I also seemed to have blinders on: my peripheral vision was gone, and I couldn't see anything above me either. So I spent a lot of time cocking my head at weird angles and listening, and then turning quickly so that my back wasn't sneak-uppable-upon and repeating the process.