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Was it to 22:00 when I went to bed last time? 21:00? In there. I got cold, so had to wrap up. The whether report I get suggests it is 69 andd falling... degrees out there. I have doubts. May step out, when I finish getting back up.
A few more things to do? More water to fill? If I have coffee, and maybe make more ice? May check the dishwasher, for clean to put up. Need to clear cat litter. Perhaps another bite. Oh, but certainly medicine.
It souunds like the new toilet will be going in soon. And, may see aboout help putting the filtration components in. I would need an half or three quarter inch plywood panel in, to connect it all to, and more pex line and fittings. Would really be nice.
Once that is up, when I can, I then need to take the kitchen faucet down, use the compressor to clear that, run the line of old sediment while the filteation wall clears new, then reinstall it. See if that doeesn't work better.
I can't work well during the day, currently. Just shopping about guts me. But, maybe later in the nightt? Like now? My late doings don't seem to bother mom. And... I don't up with curious cow looky-louing. Just... some things are better done alone. Sometimes she helps, sometimes, usually, she just... doesn't.
If that doesn't work, I'll just replace the thing. Lovely, shiny, chrome, copper, artistic, but poorly designed, or built? Or just way too much sediment? Will find out in a week or two.
Sometimes, with mom here, I am remindeed of 'The Others'. Does she know... something I don't? Is she trying to wake me up? Is it her,cor reality, I am resisting? Just... sometimes... I wonder. Am I already dead?
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Dreamed two shorts. In the first one, I was in Alaska. In the far north, on the shore, if you couldn't tell. In a bit of a spot. On foot, and polar bears were out.
I came across a group of feckless revelers. A group of men and women, out stupidly drunk, partying in a place of death.
We had a brief interaction that went as expected, but didn't go absolutely disastrously. We were just parting ways when I saw cubs. Three. No mama, but... I suggested they leave well enough alone, and move along quickly.
Nope. Drunk and stupid. I knew I could not vacate before... it happened. So, I found a stack of bear pelts, from a hunter, which was out and away, and crawled in to hunker down. Hoping to be scent covered and warm enough.
Then I heard them start in on the cubs. Play, at first. Did someone get nipped? It turned from play, to mean, to killing. At least one of the cubs died an ugly death. Then I heard what sounded like a distant, or waking, roar. Closer, louder, fast. Then screams, running, and snapping as if twigs. Those weren't twigs.
It seemed to go on forever, and yet was terribly fast. Each individual went very fast. She wasn't there to hurt, punish, make a point. She was exterminating in a damned hurry. Running, fighting, hiding, didn't seem to make any difference.
She never approached me. The scent cover was enough. She found her cubs, alive and dead. Grieving terribly, yet joyful with what she had. Hours were spent, mourning, ripping the offenders, and tending her cubs... living and dead.
Finally she left. I waited longer, but not too much longer. The slaughter would eventually bring others in.
The... piles of butchered meat, that had been humans, was something. I couldn't tell man from woman without looking closer than I was willing to look. By size? Not... even sure then. Pounded, torn, sliced, ripped... I had told them. Was surprised to find two of the women alive. They had crawled in, hidden.
When I found them, they started whimpering. I just told them, if they kept that up, I would outpace them and leave them. Especially since I considered them party to this mess. When they realized I would, the noises stopped.
Still on foot, still in polar bear country, now with piles of fresh blood and meat all around, and two stupid broads in tow. Not a good start, but could be worse. Could be out there without bait.
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In the next one, I ended up in prison? Not connected to the last dream. As I have it, I was railroaded. They knew I was innocent. Half the point.
I was put in with a new "class" of inmates, fresh recruits chronologically. Some where frequent fliers, some of us noobs.
Right in. Someone had a mouth and thought to check ol' Doomster. I gave it back. Lip for word. Then we started circling, getting ready for it. Me nearing sixty, him being... early to mid thirties.
I have to admit, and did out loud, that I was feeling my age. He asked if I wanted mercy. Not at the cost, I said. No, we are... going to have to do this. Closing in, looking for openings. Then I sensed it, them. Told him to cool it, as I backed down. He... caught my drift.
We both backed, to our seats, and took our seats just in time as a small army of our hosts burst in, ready to rumble. Surprised by the calm, their chief came right over to me and just grinned. A seer? I just nodded. A few of the other inmates, including my opponent, took notice.
Not sure, but... I suspect I made an unlikely friend. He isn't a complete idiot. And it pays to have eyes where none can see. If it isn't always as it seems. Sometimes I get fed what is needed to get things done, or keep them from happening. And, if it plays to my liking, and what is right, I may play along. Don't try to jack a real seer though.
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Well... on with... things.
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