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Last night the best I could do was rest earlier in the evening, then get a few hours of sleep in at the end, before I had to go. I went down about 3:30-4:00. I set the alarms for 5:00. When I woke from them I heard something out in the kitchen. I headed out there, flicked the light switch. *click* No lights. Never mind. Whatever was out there, which seemed bigger than the girls, headed into the computer room, where I followed it. I hit the light switch. Again, no light. A fuse, fuses, bulbs? Too tired to mess with it but I didn't know. In any case, whatever it was got away. I thought I could squeak in another hour of sleep, so I reset the alarms. Waking before the alarms went off, I heard the strange skittering again. This time I was right on it. I chased it from the computer room into the kitchen, but without lights and not quite being intellectually agile enough to remember a flash light, and with only the living room lamp, I lost it again. I was pretty sure the first time, and definitely positive the next, what I was dealing with. A huge raccoon. I went back to bed again, not knowing what else to do, until the alarms sounded again. At 5:45 I woke, before the alarms, and decided to just hit it, get my shower in, and maybe get out early.
I walked into the computer room to see if the light bulbs were blown or what. *click* *lights* Dreams! But so darned real. I had been chasing a ghost raccoon in my dreams. Ah well, as for dreams it was a rather mild and sort of cute one. Big coon, too, it must have been 45 pounds!
I did get showered, dressed, and on my way... exactly at 6:30. I was definitely glad I made it up a little earlier than the alarms. The drive was... well... a typical workday interstate drive. I made it with... perhaps fifteen minutes to spare (which is cutting it close, if my first appointment is blood work and my next appointment is by sign-up sheet rather than at a specific time, so there is a lot of flex). Odd how I can make flexible appointments, on time, *bam!*, but can't make scheduled appointments regularly, or Mass... a sitting target. Don't ask me, I just know how it works and doesn't.
The appointment was beautiful. The lady I usually make quite unhappy with my... efforts... was pleased as punch. The doc wanted to shake my hand. And I am now free to hit straight weights. Lightly, when I do, and with close monitoring. As well, he wants lighter weights with more reps. That's my style anyway, so even that isn't a hindrance. When I am ready I will begin that. Or I might even start with cords, first, at home, as a primer. I did forget to ask about an exercise allowance. I may call in tomorrow. All good, really, amazingly good. I think they were more pleased than I am. It didn't hurt that the lady is a swimmer herself, lifelong. It's a club thing, you know?
On the way home I did stop to eat, carefully. Then I did a bit of shopping, filled the tank, and... made it into the pool! I wasn't stellar. I did good to push 15-25 minutes out of my beaten, battered, unrested body. But I did what I could, all I could, as well as I could. I was not able to make it over to my friends. I made it to the X'ter and pointed her toward home. Thankful for cruise-control. :p The rest of today and tomorrow are off limits. I need sleep. I need rest. Don't beat this dead horse, I'll fart in your general direction and you won't like eet. Pardon my French.
Some days even Doom gets to be teh penguin.
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When none of the lights work, that's a sure sign of a lucid dream. A hallmark, even, when I do it.
ReplyDeleteIt usually freaks me out at first, because it is an unexpected event when I'm already feeling vulnerable in an unusual experience (astral projecting/lucid dreaming).
Odd. For as much as I dream that is the first time I remember lights not working. Sure, dreams of when it is night, but no lights were available. I didn't freak out so much as get annoyed... mostly because I was too tired, even in the dream, to mess with fixing it. Then again, it wasn't a 600 pound Bengal Tiger, or a rhino, or such either.
ReplyDeleteWhat should have been my clue is that I just let it go without figuring out where it got out/in, and fixing that. I would NOT have done that. But, as I said, I was so tired in real life that I wasn't thinking really well.
It is fun when I realize something is a dream, as then I can consciously tinker with it... if that can kill the dream if I do too much. If I like the dream, like last night's dreams, I would have just gone along with it, if I had realized it, and usually.
Yah, I've had a dozen dreams or more where the light switches fail to work.
ReplyDeleteI figure it's because I'm non-corporeal at the moment and so, of course, can't work the switch.
For all the weird types of dreams and experiences I have had, your notion is actually... a bit unnerving, to me. Wind walking, check. Spirit walking? Not so much. Not a judgment, just the notion... doesn't set well with my mind, for me.
ReplyDeleteThen again, like the young see even us, let alone truly old people, it's just a thing I suspect. If they survive to our age, or I had such a thing happen, it becomes 'all good'?
It's been happening to me since I was a young child, when I would creep down the hallway toward the kitchen before something spooked me, and I would go hurtling back down the hallway toward what seemed like terrifying darkness at my bedroom. When I hit my body, I'd wake screaming.
ReplyDeleteRemember the intro to the old Scooby Doo cartoons, when Scooby got spooked by something and he'd try to run in five directions at once but all five were still attached by his tail? He'd come snapping back together like reverse silly putty. That's how it feels.
So, yeah. It is just something that is for me.
ReplyDeleteI don't know about others, but the reason that is so freaky to me is because of dissociation. I used to think it was just for a specific reason, but came to realize it had to do with health as well. And while I do detach from my flesh, I can still manipulate the world if it feels more like a thought makes the action happen, as I can't always be 'present in the moment' to feel the switch or whatnot. To lose that last bit of... worldly interaction... would be a very special new form of hell for me.
ReplyDeleteStill, I hope you enjoy it. I would... in theory... like it... sort of. It would convey a certain form of security, if all else was intact.