Zombies

Back in East Texas. Zombie Apocalypse has already happened. Defending the homestead. Cousin R survived; rest of family... zombies or dead. Must survive.

Glasgow on my mind...

Dreamt I had a very important meeting in Glasgow. Claire had come along with me on the trip for the adventure abroad aspect. We had left our hotel and took a taxi in search of a bus that could take us there; can't remember which city we were currently in. The taxi had other people to drop off at a small local airport and we decided to get out there and try our look for buses that might leave from there.

No luck in buses, but there was a restroom break where the one loo happened to also be in someones office. They vacated and while I was in there the phone rang. Was Crissy butt dialing the UK that happened to go to the phone in the loo I was in; wtf dream world. I hung up the phone when I couldn't get her attention and was inspecting the fact that part of this building also apparently was a hotel that had about 15 stories.

Mind you we're on ground zero, but from inside here I can see the fancy water tank that goes up all 15 stories. And the top is open. And it's massive and clear blue water all the way down. For a moment I consider taking my conveniently with me on a business trip swimsuit out of my pack and diving in, but it's so clear I'm afraid that once I get deep enough I'll get disoriented and not be able to find my way up again and drown. Sooooo....

Washing my hands, I leave the office and trade out so Claire can have a go. I sit down at a bar where there's conveniently some just made chicken nuggets covered in almond flour; I'm even gluten free in my dreams? I pass as it's not something I'd order and wanted to be polite not digging into others food and order a drink. Claire comes back out and decides to bar-back for a bit while we try to figure out our transportation situation.

I call Tony for advise since he's well world traveled at this point and he gives me the equivalent of "You're in an airport, fly there." and hangs up. Brilliant! Finishing my drink, Claire and I make our way to get tickets and once acquired, head to the gate. They're asking along with the tickets to show ID. I stop and search my bag and can't find my passport. I'm panicking. It must still be in our hotel room. Freaking out, I check the time and know I'm going to be late for this oh so incredibly important meeting. Without my passport, I can't get on the plane. Without my passport, I probably couldn't have even taken the bus and crossed various imaginary dream line check points where people would have asked to see it. So it's missing our flight and heading back to the hotel. Thankfully the same not so much on the English taxi driver was still hanging around out front and we were able to get a ride back. I apologized a lot, but it wasn't exactly an inconvenience to him since he's getting paid for it.

Dream world last night was all over the frakking place. Weirdness, but someone might find it interesting. I was so obsessed with getting to Glasgow that I slept through all my alarms trying to keep the dream going and find a way to get there. Sorry to whomever I missed there. I tried.

Magic in heart and spirit

Dreamt of magic last night. There were many flavors to choose from. All with symbols that matched their particular flavor. I walked down the line of symbols hanging in the air and finally came to a stop in front of one. It was familiar. Something I had once known, but long since forgotten. A teacher stood not far off. Also familiar, though I could not tell when we had originally met.

I reached out and touched the symbol, remembering its purpose. The ability to travel across plans or realities. The power had always been within me, it just needed to wake up and have an old friend along for some guidance.

Home in the woods

Dreamt last night that I owned a sizable portion of land covered in woods that had a beautiful creek running through it. There was enough space out there for gatherings of friends and family as well as time all to myself among the trees listening to what they have to say.

Annoyingly random bits

Snakes, millions of spiders in a tree, a manager from work, prostitute, best friend, cover up, party, trashed hotel room.

Yeah. That about sums up the last week of dreams.

A sewing needle...

Fri night 4/11: Majority of the night was a combination of living the TV show Leverage and the online game Shadowrun: Online. The part I do remember the details of, though, was much more interesting:

  The snow was melting, but the crunch of ice still clinging to the dead grass could be heard as we walked along the edge of the valley. It was early morning and the sun could be seen trying its best to peer through the grey clouds that still hung low in the sky. Manor house and mansion, each as empty as the last, we walked slowly by in silence as if a single harsh breathe might disturb their peace.
  All appeared in various states of ruin, though one in the distance stood out among the others. It's architecture was early 1800's Western European, with the outside at least looking in pristine condition compared to the others we had passed in out travels. Walking up to the door, I rapt loudly thrice and waited, though had expected no response. As the moments lingered on, none came.
  Motioning to my friend, they quickly dug in their pockets until a set of lock picks was produced. Placing my ear to the door and holding my breath, I listened for a few more heartbeats for any sign there may be someone inside; silence . Quickly I went to work on the lock, careful to not break it or my tools. In a matter of moments, the lock have an audible "click" and we were in..
  Quietly shutting the door behind us we began to take in our new surroundings. Layers of ancient dust and cobwebs generations old covered the hard wood floors and stairs. Light filtered in through the curtainless windows, illuminating our path through vast halls and winding staircases. The furniture was sparse; only a few intricately carved wooden chairs here and there out a long forgotten end table left behind perhaps to cater to the ghosts in this place.
  Finding nothing of great value or interest in the east wing, our paths crossed again near the front door and my friend and I began heading west into the kitchen and dining areas. There the same layers of dust covered what appeared to be a well loved and once bet much used hearth along with a stout solid wood table and four chairs. A panty to the south in the room revealed items that had been left in storage; many old cysts of various small items of little to no value, an ancient sewing machine, and a set of sewing needles along with some brightly red colored thread that the dust and spiders seemed to have somehow missed in their travels though the house.
  Reaching for the thread to examine it further, I disturb the arty of needles which fall to the floor, scattering. So as not to leave any mess, I carefully gather them up though manage to prick a finger in the process. Finger in mouth occupying one hand, I use the other to put the needles back in their place and with a mournful last look, leave the beautiful thread where it is and close the pantry door.
  Just as we make it back into the entryway of the main hall and it's carved pillars, the front door opens and two women enter. They're both very similar in appearance and dress with blonde hair, long past their waists, and dressing gowns; one of grey and one a deep forest green. They look at us not with surprise, but more concern for our presence here. We're asked why we're there by the one in the green gown. Stammering I explain in a hurried lie that we find the front door unlocked and I was searching for a sewing needle. Thankfully I had find one and done what I needed and returned it to its place and we were just getting on our way again.  As they start forward and walk past us, it feels like they're not just looking at us but through us; into us almost. Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I motion to my friend to start making our way to the door and as I'm making our apologies for disturbing them, we make a break for it back out into the sunlit morning.
  The door slams behind us and we're left in silence as the clouds continue to lazily pass over the sun, mocking us with the shadows cast upon us in their dance across the sky.

Are you going to Scarborough Faire?

  This was from a couple nights ago. Not much really. Snicker had joined up with two other men to create a Faire act that was both vocally musical in nature as well as classic stage tricks. One of the guys became ill just before one of their performances and Snicker asked if I cutoff stand in for his friend. Not wanting to disappoint, I agreed though I can't sing a lick and knew none of their stage routine.
  We survived the singing parts (I sounded better than irl), but when it came to the stage stuff and having to speak to the audience directly, I froze solid, barely even able to stammer incoherently.
  It was incredibly embarrassing, but how things have gone since life events first year of college. Used to relish being on stage and the leader of great audiences of people. Now I accept being in the lime light, though I can't say I'm happy there. Still miss the old days.