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[personal] Dreaming my way into a New Year
Laid fairly low yesterday during the day, watching Star Trek TOS on Netflix Streaming and browsing through Web comic archives. Brain isn’t quite back to reading books yet. However, I did get crazy and go out last night with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=1){kind=small}
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I actually talked to people. Told jokes and stories. Listened to other people’s jokes and stories. Swilled grapefruit juice and ate terrible food from the potluck table. (“Tasty, but not good for me” terrible, not “Oh my god what is this slop” terrible.) Generally interacted with 12 or 15 adults for about two hours, as if I was an adult myself and not some medical shut-in. By 8:30 I had a headache and could barely keep sitting up straight, so Mother of the Child drove me home while our daughter stayed and partied with friends, to catch a ride later.
I crawled into bed around 9, fortified by Tylenol and Lorazepam, (as well as my lower GI meds, as yesterday the lower GI horrors decided to return to my life). I felt physically lousy, had definitely pushed my envelope being at the party, but was still very glad I went.
My subconscious decided to reward me with a dream about being at an SF/F convention, probably Worldcon or WFC though the dream didn’t specify, where I was being drummed out of the club, so to speak. I got detained by security, then thrown in one of those joke lock-ups except without being allowed to bail myself out, then scalzi
(This actually happened to me in my mid-20s, when a relatively long-standing friendship with a former college roommate ended abruptly with the rather grade-school statement, “If you don’t know what you did, I’m sure as hell not going to tell you.” Our mutual friends refused to say anything, claiming with horror they didn’t want to get in the middle of it. Middle of what, no one would tell me. To this day, two decades later, I have no idea what happened, or what my former friend imagined had happened. Nor do I really care at this point, it just remains a baffling and saddening episode in my past.)
So I woke up thinking, “anxiety much?” Apparently I partied too hard. At least my headache is gone.
If one believes in signs and portents (I do not, except for those signs erected by the Highway Department), this dream would not be encouraging for the New Year. I don’t have any ready-made interpretations for it, but feel free to take a whack at it. And at any rate, I made it out and saw people, like a real grown-up.
Posted: 9:59 am Sun January 01 2012 |
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Julie
January 1st, 2012 at 10:36 amJust look at that dream as your subconscious tossing out all the bad crap from last year. That’s how I’ll explain the dream *I* had last night – another in the series in which I keep trying to fix something gone terribly wrong over and over again with no success and finally wake up in a sweat. Okay, it’s a hot flash. I’m at *that* age. But dang, it’s getting old.
That explanation is my story, I’m I’m stickin’ to it!
Kathryn
January 1st, 2012 at 6:46 pmMy sister said that same thing to me about ten years ago. “You never keep your promises and I refuse to speak to ever again.” What promise exactly????? No explanation, no further contact.
However, I applaud you mightily for getting out of the house and seeing people. James went to a party last night for a couple of hours and is at another one right now. I am home with a GI tract as relentless as yours. I have seen people who come to visit, but haven’t attempted a meal outside the house. I don’t know how you do it, but keep doing it all.