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Late Breaking News:

At this very second, my brother is reading my Elfquest books. I think that fucking rocks. :)

Yay for free stuff. Double yay for stuff that ends up free after you prepare to cough up $85 for it. My new-to-me monitor is a whopping 19″ and is all sexy and shit. (yes, bigger is sexier in this case.)

My Trip:

I went to this concert up near Mt. Vernon. A local band was celebrating their cd’s release. About five hundred people crammed themselves into this ornate historic-style theater and thrashed wildly in their seats during the show. good fun, except I think I got a bit of motion sickness. Anyway, about halfway through the set, the front-guy suddenly belted “TROGDOR!!!” and started quoting from the Trogdor “theme song”. only about 12 people seemed to know what the hell he was babbling. I yelled a few “woo!”s and “burninating the peasants!” to feel cool. I think the rest of the house just figured they were dumb or missing something (which they were) but also figured that cheering madly and thrashing about in their seats even more would conceal their ignorance. Because that’s what they did.

Also in Washington: One of the worst things to learn about yourself “the hard way” is whether or not you are afraid of roller-coasters. Holy Hell. I had no idea that I would get that freaked out on a fucking “over-sized swing-set” ride. No loops, just a big plastic swinging pirate ship. I am trying to block out the memory, because it was just that mortifying… I was told that the operator almost shut down the ride and pulled me off. Part of me is glad he didn’t, because I’d rather not be the center of that kind of attention… but the other part of me wants to kill him because he didn’t shut it down and pull me off. godamn bastard. I could have died!

Nimm’s place is another world. The houses were huge. Everything was clean, rich and green. Doctors, lawyers, politicians and international business-people apparently all live there. At first, I was pretty uncomfortable… surrounded by three-story mansion type houses (living in one too), expensive cars, fountains and designer poodles everywhere… I was intimidated by my lack of money, and lack of any chance of ever living in a world like that.

But that passed. It passed because I was made to feel welcome in one of those houses. I felt like they were glad to have me. So after a while, I was able to just admire the rich things, and see the light pass through them, and take pictures of the rainbows they made. And I really did take pictures.

It ended up motivating me to get on top of things. Get my degree, graduate and then… (??) I’ve still got this unbearable desire to travel. So I’m forming a new plan for my future. Maybe I’ll continue studying Japanese, and re-enroll in the International Air Academy. The airline industry is just so sexy. But that’s not quite tomorrow… so I don’t have to have dates, times or interview appointments just yet. Just thoughts now… hopeful thoughts.

Driving home from this Other World, I had the disheartening realization that I have to go to work tomorrow… It made me feel so depressed. I decided that it was time I did something for myself. As if taking a five-day vacation wasn’t enough, I stopped at the mall on my way home and bought a beat-pad for my borrowed PSOne. *grins* Now I really need some games. :)

Speaking of games… Project Gotham Racing is the best form of high in the world. I need it “like a needle needs a vein”. It’s just one out of a million reasons why I’d much rather still be up there.

Somehow I had acquired a certain radioactive rock. It had the appearance and density of lead, although it was a little more shiny. It had grooves and tread etched into it as if it was once part of something larger, and was merely a fragment.

Just as mysteriously, as only dreams can make seem normal, the rock was stolen from me. I also somehow knew exactly where it was too: in the possession of my favorite high school science teacher, who happened to be a little bit eccentric, but mostly genius.

I knew how dangerous this rock was, so I went to retrieve it immediately. I walked into school, and snuck into his office where I pretended to have a legit reason for being there. I walked in, retrieved the rock, and ran out of the building.

On my way out, (jumping off of a building and landing on the propellers of flying cars to break my fall and things, breaking stuff… something about crossing an ocean as well…) the rock EXPLODES in my hand, and disintegrates. The shockwave sweeps across the planet, and while it’s effects aren’t physical, mental and very subtle physical damage occurs. Things like, cars being turned upside down, and paper with records being reversed or scrambled.

I discover that the explosion has given my hands a kind of super power. I can generate a -tremendous- amount of heat from the tips of two of my fingers just by relaxing and concentrating. So much that it can burn and sear through skin. I can also use it to highlight words on a page, and in some cases write. Not very useful powers, but I was fascinated by them, and showed them to whoever would listen. I remember burning my own arm testing it out… and trying to convince others to try it, to see if it was real.

There are other smaller bits to this dream. Something about moving out of one house and into another… there is a lot of speed and secrecy, as if I am a fugitive trying to live a normal life.

At one point, in the middle of one transit between the old house and the new one, I receive a fax from through a device I apparently invented to replace the computer, but the pages are warped and cut off. I decide to reply, but every time I try to send the fax, I get a busy-signal.

Through most of the moving process, I have a companion, but I don’t remember who she/he is, or my relationship to them.

Here the dream sorta splits.

Plot Split A: I return to the school, and discover that my favorite science teacher had a heart-attack and died when the rock exploded. I guessed that it was because of his connection to it, because of his experiments, or perhaps because he felt so guilty about stealing it. I was devastated.

Plot Split B: I return to the school, and everyone is upset and concerned because my favorite science teacher is very sick, and is going to die within the hour. I have “dejavu” because of the previous plot-split, and begin to cry immediately. Everyone is in his office, ready to say goodbye, but I know I should not go inside while crying so hard. I try to stop, but it takes so much effort and time that I’m afraid he will pass before I can go in and say goodbye. So I part the curtain and enter, but the “camera” of the dream does not follow me, and I don’t know what happens next.

In Retrospect:Some of the things in the dream jump out at me as obvious. The super-hero theme is something I experience all the time, me being so unsatisfied with how fucking shy I feel in real life. Me knowing something no one else does (the truth about the rock) kind of goes with that. The super-powers in my fingertips I’m sure are because of the aura-meditations I’ve been trying to get back into. And losing someone close to me because of my arrogance, or simply because I wasn’t careful enough… well, that’s a pretty obvious fear.

I woke up feeling relief and severe disappointment that it was just a dream. I was glad that the fictitious science teacher was not dead, but I was mostly devastated to learn that I really don’t have super-powers in my fingertips.

” .. ..-. -.– — ..- -.-. .- -. .-. . .- -.. - …. .. …
-.– — ..- .- .-. . — …- . .-. . -.. ..- -.-. .- - . -..”
— nimm.

Yeah, he’s amusing.

oh, and geek is “–. . . -.-” apparently.