Awake way early.

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Last night was the night for dreams. I had to force myself back to sleep after the first one, and tried after the second dream but finally gave up.

In the first dream, I was living in a mobile or modular house up on bricks or something (not going to happen, so I knew it was a dream). In my blogging, pretty much what I usually do, I obtained a hater. I thought it was a woman, from the blogs, though these things are never sure (in dream or the blogosphere). Something this person wrote on other blogs was threatening, and may have included personal information. Those people contacted me. And, about that time, an actual death threat was left on my blog.

So, I called the police. The chief, a woman (bearing all the worst traits a woman can bear for such a job), and two policemen came when I called in the complaint. I showed them the other blogs and my own blog. She said I had to move, other than that I was on my own. I said I simply could not move, both financially and mechanically. My disability and financial situation did not allow this. I suggested I had firearms and knew how to use them. She was snarky this whole time, of course. She became nasty at the fact of gun ownership and said that if I used to gun in self-defense, since she had told me to move, that I would be prosecuted.

She then asked if I had a dog. I told her I did not. She said, well, there is a dog which seems to have been hung from one of the vents on your roof, and gutted or otherwise caused to bleed out on the side of your house. Come take a look at it while we look and cut it down, she suggested. So, out the door we all traipse (my .45 on me, of course). We all looked the thing over, and the two junior cops advanced to cut it down. As they were messing with the rope, one of the policemen sort of collapsed and fell back. At first none of us, including the policemen beside him knew what had happened. It was late and quite dark and only a light from a distant pole lamp or two was lighting the area.

The second policeman was backing up, so this time we saw the problem. Someone had nearly cut the first policeman in half with a scythe. Before the second officer could react, he too was cut down. The female police chief moved forward as she unholstered her gun (as did I). She never cleared leather. I then drew a bead and laid low the assailant, who ended up being male. Whether the hater or someone sent by such, I do not know.

That was my 1:30 dream. Took a bit, but I did get back to sleep. Then another dream at about 5:00 got to me.

I was, for some reason, intending on deciding whether I wanted to teach English in Luwekistan (well, some foreign nation, cannot remember now, though not muslim). To that ends, I had found where I needed to go to find out more, as they were offering a lecture for interested participants in the English building (which was an exact duplicate of the business building, both were very difficult to find and navigate). I ended up in the business building, if at the right auditorium. Oddly, they were having a lecture on the same nation, so I ended up viewing this, in my error.

After I figured things out, I asked around and found out where the English building was and rushed over hoping to find someone involved with the issue still there, someone to speak with. Thankfully, I found one of the second or third in command still there and engaged in conversation. We continued to discuss things as we walked toward the parking lot. She asked if I was really sure I wanted to do this, eyes all aglow as such idealist educrats seem get when discussing something dear to their hearts. Did I mention she was a very attractive in a simple, human, way? Well, she was. She was filling me in on details, including that their hygiene is not the best, and that they want you to hold their babies, often, and that they smell, terribly (the babies). How intriguing, I thought, wondering if this woman was trying to talk me in or out of the whole thing (if this last was more in a humorous to me vein). I was not sure about going ahead with these plans, but this halted neither her enthusiasm nor her spiel. At one point, as we were preparing to go our separate ways, she had walked a bit past a parked vehicle, onto a street with a stop sign, and was backing up and talking just a bit more.

A car came out of nowhere and absolutely crushed her. It was a little car, with a man driving and what appeared to be his son in the passenger side. I could hear every bone in her body break and knew she was dead on impact. The driver did not seem upset, or worried, or anything, merely somewhat surprised. In spite of his car being some tiny car, think smaller than a Midget, so probably a dinky Euro design, it was not completely destroyed. It's hood was well crumpled in the middle and back to 2/3rd of the engine compartment. This scene enraged me so much that I changed the dream. I went back in time to the point where she was crossing the road. This time, I called her back to stand in front of the parked car, safe from traffic. I am not sure if the dream continued or if my involvement in directing ended it at that point.

I tried to sleep again, after that, but it would not happen. I crawled out of bed at 6:00 or so, realizing I was going to get no more sleep and not sure I wanted anymore. But I am still tired. Hmm, now that I have written this, I might crawl back to bed. The time, 6:00, is not necessarily a bad time for me to rise, but today I am still very tired. Another hour or two would be good. Cannot quite keep my eyes open.