Furniturectomy and Dream Journal
Jul. 16th, 2007 10:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hrjToo tired to finish up the language creation notes yet. The sofa-bed delivery has been moved up to Saturday, so no dawdling on getting the space ready. I took a crowbar and sledgehammer to the two old sofas and got them loosened up enough to fit out through the sliding glass door into the back yard. The living room is now arranged more or less into the new couch configuration, although I expect to do some further tweaking after it's in place.
I had two dreams last night that were interesting enough to journal. The first was a very Indiana Jones-esque adventure, complete with evil Nazi plots and a mystical artifact. The artifact was some sort of statue of an eagle that ... the only way to describe it is that it "sweated" some sort of metallic compound that you could peel off periodically and use to make preternaturally powerful weapons. So I had this statue and was trying to hide and escape from the evil Nazi plotters by going into a secret passage behind a fireplace. It wasn't exactly a "passage" -- more like a semi-natural rock chimney that I ended up descending as if rock climbing. And about when my claustrophobia seriously kicked in I woke up. Or rather, because my claustrophobia kicked in, etc. That one was early evening -- when I woke up it was one-something.
The second dream was right before I woke up in the morning and was a sort of reverse travel anxiety dream. I was in England with a random assortment of people from rasfc, so it may have been for a convention or something. In any event, it was the day to fly back to the States and I had a vague recollection that my flight wasn't until 8pm or so but I couldn't find my PDA to check on the time and flight information. There were a lot of random PDAs lying around and I spent a lot of effort trying to figure out how to operate them until I realized that mine would just feel "right" in my hand, so of course none of them were the right one. Finally I found it attached to my hip just like it always is -- except I'd looked there repeatedly previously. But the odd thing about the dream was that travel dreams are normally about leaving home (and being unprepared), not about coming back.
I had two dreams last night that were interesting enough to journal. The first was a very Indiana Jones-esque adventure, complete with evil Nazi plots and a mystical artifact. The artifact was some sort of statue of an eagle that ... the only way to describe it is that it "sweated" some sort of metallic compound that you could peel off periodically and use to make preternaturally powerful weapons. So I had this statue and was trying to hide and escape from the evil Nazi plotters by going into a secret passage behind a fireplace. It wasn't exactly a "passage" -- more like a semi-natural rock chimney that I ended up descending as if rock climbing. And about when my claustrophobia seriously kicked in I woke up. Or rather, because my claustrophobia kicked in, etc. That one was early evening -- when I woke up it was one-something.
The second dream was right before I woke up in the morning and was a sort of reverse travel anxiety dream. I was in England with a random assortment of people from rasfc, so it may have been for a convention or something. In any event, it was the day to fly back to the States and I had a vague recollection that my flight wasn't until 8pm or so but I couldn't find my PDA to check on the time and flight information. There were a lot of random PDAs lying around and I spent a lot of effort trying to figure out how to operate them until I realized that mine would just feel "right" in my hand, so of course none of them were the right one. Finally I found it attached to my hip just like it always is -- except I'd looked there repeatedly previously. But the odd thing about the dream was that travel dreams are normally about leaving home (and being unprepared), not about coming back.
