Wonderful?

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Well, a wonderful headache.  Full-bodied, seriously uncomfortable, from the spine at the base of my neck through to the frontal lobe on twelve threads of hurt.  Nostrils were clogged this morning, part of it.  A bloody nose in one this morning.  Better than the last few days.  I have been having double bloody noses for a week now, on waking.  Sometimes lasting hours.

Whatever.  I stripped the bed, so as to remake the blankets tonight.  I was wrestling with them all night.  Mostly successfully though.  I never felt too cold.

Dreams, lots of them.

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In the first one, my last ex showed up in a van, while I was upstairs sleeping.  Blaring rap music.  Thankfully, she cut it as soon as she stopped and was getting out.  Yes, in her younger days, she would have done such a thing.  Probably doesn't even ever listen to the music, just knows I hate it.  Would have to have borrowed the cd.  Wench.

She came with a crew, to clean my house.  Which they did.  And they stole while they were doing it.  This I knew.  I told them to show me what they stole.  They showed me some.  I said I wanted to see all of it.  And, this time, they did.  Idiots.  Clothes, mainly.  But poor choices.  I pulled a few things, and replaced them with better.  I knew it was a charity haul.  So, I got them better jeans, shirts without holes or stains, and such.  One guy had a cd in his jacket, which he hadn't shown.  I looked it it.  Actually a game.  I told him it was linked to my ps console, he couldn't use it.  Gave him a different one.

She looked ten to fifteen years younger than when I knew her.  I always did like her, lunatic or not.  Her form, shape, ways.  While cleaning, she bent over in her supple way, and yeah...  I got hard as  rock.  Did she mean to?  I think, at first, no.  It's just how she moves.  When she realized my... difficulty, then she laid it on.  But that doesn't add to it, to me.

Still, she was interested, but just in sex, and unproductive sex.  She is as Cat Woman to Batman.  A part chaotic evil, neutral, and two parts chaotic good?  To Batman's two parts chaotic good to two parts lawful good?  Something like that.  A fiery mix, but not one to last.  And once realized, something for someone like Batman to avoid.  Difficult as that is.

So, no.  No tryst was had.  With her.  But, while the others were busy, me and one of the gals helping found a quiet places and laid some rail.  Celibate, sure.  Perfect?  Not a chance.  Plus, this one?  I knew, from the stories she had been told, then from meeting me, and then from the... romp itself?  If she got pregnant, she would keep the child.  Probably tell it it's father was a god.  Hippies!  Anyway, yeah.  And, I was... almost sure.  The look in her eyes.  I've seen that before.  Surprised her compatriots didn't notice.  But they were dilated the rest of the time.  Maybe they thought she had had a joint or something?  What was it gals used to tell me?  I could impregnated with a look?  Right.  And as I told them... not... quite.  *grins*

Still, as they were wrapping it up, heading out, I grabbed her and gave her a little nuzzle on the cheek, then a light kiss, on her lips, with one buttock firmly gripped for maximum swoon value.  No tongue, no pushy passion, just... a tender, sweet, kiss.  She bloomed into a wonderful blush.  For as dirty of a girl as she is, I... still can make her fail in her intentions.  She was blushing still, as she was waving and backing out.

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There was another dream.  I had it, then lost it just as I started writing the other.  If I remember, I'll come back and revise this section.

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Next, I dream of being on a hunt, with a group of... fellow fellows.  You may not count me as a killer, a soldier, a warrior.  Perhaps, officially, I am not.  And, yet, many who know me any at all, know damn well I am, if unlocked, a damned dangerous piece of equipment.  I don't mind killing.  I don't mind dying.  I don't mind getting bloody, losing everyone on both sides, and going home, taking a shower, and watching a funny on tv.  Don't... even doubt it.  Hell, I may be one of the worst of these you know.  Some guys have done this for their adult lives.  I did it since I was five.  I... wonder... if fighting was because of my other nature, and people trying to... either break me, or make me, through that.  All I know is the pecking order shouldn't try to get in my way.  It will survive, to some level, at my allowance.  My guess?  I could get pretty far up the ladder of command, too.  Should I find great umbrage and true cause.  Think what you may.

Anyway.  So, a group of us were out hunting.  Deer, boar, whatever we came across.  We were on a huge stake, owned by some prince of industry or old money or other.  Granted license to hunt and kill with abandon.  And, with DNR knowing to stay clear and clean of the kill site.  And, so we were hunting.

Handed a fine rifle, with a fine scope.  Given plenty of ammo to clear cobwebs in it and myself, I... was able to shoot to six hundred yards, easily.  In a three hundred minute of angle, at that.  Beautiful.  A bolt action, not really my thing.  But, when offered an item such as this, I'm not one to second guess it.

Someone took a stag, at 150 yards.  Nice shot, probably a trophy.  The party tracked it for a few hundred yards, but the people I was with, and myself, are good for such things.  Twigs snapped, blood spots, and... just... the hunger.  It had laid down so quietly, as if asleep.  No trophy photos were taken.  A photo of it's resting, in it's final repose, was enough.  We... never take photos of ourselves, or rarely.  If I had bagged the head of ISIS or the other, sure, maybe.  Some are just too big to miss.  Maybe.

Anyway, I was up next.  I saw a boar, probably closing four hundred pounds.  It had climbed up a minor hillock,  It was sensing something.  Us?  I don't think so.  Downwind, and 200 to 250 yards away.  But it was intent.  Perhaps it's sense of danger wasn't from it's nose.  Ears?  Other?  Animals have senses we may have forgotten, or set aside so as not to simply slay each other for every insult thought?  *grins*

I raised, then lowered, my longarm.  Took careful aim.  Shot and scored.  The mammoth of a hog didn't go more than two bounds.  I had, from a bottom lower front quarter, taken both lungs completely, and the heart as well.  Nothing but mush.  There was no oxygen to fuel any kind of a run.  Doubt if it knew it was hit, to be honest.  No time for the trauma to come into conscious play.

Then... something happened.  Some of the men, further out, started first to fight with each other, than become as a pack and begin fighting... anything, everything, they could see or find.  Those that didn't become a part of the pack became it's prey.  Even others from the original hunt.  They ripped and rent and punched and else, until their was not but blood, guts, bone, and splinters of the target... man or beast.

The infection seemed to spread.  More of the hunters were infected, some of the hunting dogs but not all.  I grabbed a nearby woman, and guided her away and in a direction to avoid concentrations of the mad new pack.  We pretty much made it out, with only one or two scuffles I ended absolutely quickly and violently but without much... fuss.  The feral are wicked dangerous, but not so much into self preservation, it seemed.  Only terribly dangerous when in numbers.  Then I woke.  What a gig.

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Well, on to the day.  Blood sugar is 185.  Which, given the candy yesterday, isn't bad.  I'll... be more cautious going forward.  Or, more, get back to eating as I should.  No beans, not candies, adding kefir more with meals, and back to eating more intermittent than not.  I had to do what I had to do.  And a little bit higher, for a bit, was required.  But, this... isn't terrible.

Some gaming, a shower, tea and water until it is time to eat.  I best feed Sassy, tend her litter.  Been keeping well up on that.  Check the water filtering, make sure I have a full reservoir and that the jars are full.  And, probably reset kefir.  I'd love a sip, but will wait until I begin eating, and have a glass with my first fatted coffee.  Though, maybe I'll have coffee first thing.  Caffeine can help with headaches, and this is a doozy.

Be well.  Hope you enjoyed the dreams, and thoughts.  Probably as close to feral as I even get these days.  I've... pulled back from instant instincts.  It's odd, but as I have said, even if you are being shot at, it is amazing... should you remain alive while taking cover, just how much time exists to react otherwise.  For those who are used to swimming in adrenalin, it is like a whole other lifetime in that chemical dump your body produces and induces.  A whole different world, when you get used to living in it.  Later.