... A teď tohle in BookThree: Flight Log 2016

  • Dec. 29, 2016, 1:53 a.m.
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Instantly want to tell you about my dream (though it is slipping from my conscious mind already.)

But first....

So yesterday, I was the first person to the office. Arrived before 8 a.m. 8 a.m. is when the DHS Employees are required to arrive to open the public face of the office. DHS did not arrive until 8:30 a.m. DHS hours are 8 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. with lunch at noon. The hours I put in yesterday (despite not having much to do) were 8:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. and no lunch. This morning… I arrive at the office around 8:00 a.m. No employees. At the stroke of 8:20 a.m.; the DHS employees show up. I can absolutely promise you that not a single one of them will stay past 4:30 p.m. Technically, I should use this as a reason/excuse for leaving here whenever I damn well please. But of course, I am “He Who Complies With Expectations” so… that probably isn’t very likely.

Now… my dream alt text

I can’t remember the specific narrative… it may not have had a deeply sincere one and may have skipped around a lot… only to have a narrative hastily written as I woke up to give the whole thing a semblance of cohesion… but this is what I remember.

I was trying for a job in Academia; I was a student still, but trying for something in the dual fields of film and philosophy with a side focus on how Society and Theology combine to create Law. I was interviewing with someone who was a mix of Gary Oldman and Harvey Keitel. They were cruel, mean, and bitter about the idea of bringing a new person into the school and suggested that they could teach that course without my involvement. I was instructed to leave his office. As I left, I ran into my brother and we discussed the whole thing. We, then, ran into my Law Library Work Crush.... the young tiny woman that was running things before she got screwed by the system… we’ll call her Kaleigh here. So, my brother, work crush and I walking down the hall commiserating on what to do. I suggest that we watch The Dark Crystal and Kaleigh suggests that I write a lesson plan while we watch the film to take to a Higher Authority to prove that I should be hired. (This is, actually, very much like the real her). As I set up a classroom to watch the film and my brother and Kaleigh go off to get a copy of it; I do some research on the film on-line. I learn about some interesting technical aspects and thematic elements as well as an interesting bit about how being stuck can be creative as Henson wrote an early version of the film while stuck waiting for a plane. Kaleigh and my brother return with a copy of the movie; and I begin sharing information and other tidbits throughout. Each time Kaleigh smiling that huge toothy smile of hers, while my brother argues and challenges the things that he didn’t know. He argues so hard and so heavily; we have to stop the movie and I have to show my brother every single thing I found on-line to prove what I was saying. At some point during all of this, Kaleigh leaves due to being uncomfortable. While my brother and I investigate though; we discover some lost knowledge. Apparently, stories like The Dark Crystal are largely based on alternate-dimension hopping practices involving magic and water. We found a way to do it. So we entered the most remote bathroom in the school, turned on the sink and read the chant. The sink began to flow harder and create a water box around us… as it was halfway completed, the teacher from earlier (now looking much more like Harvey Keitel) walked into the bathroom. The magic was broken, water all over the floor. My brother and I checked everything out and determined to try again after the teacher left. But “Harvey” was being a dick and threatened to kick us out of the building if we didn’t tell him what we were doing and why we made a mess. Improvising, I started randomly cutting my facial hair saying we were trying for something artistic. My brother was horrified at what a shitty job I was doing and started to yell at me. So my brother is yelling at me for not doing something well; and “Harvey” is yelling at me trying to get me angry enough that he can kick me out and take my ideas. After “Harvey” finishes peeing; he openly threatens me and walks out. As the door shuts, I can see Kaleigh waiting for me, looking hopeful and cheerful.
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Then, I woke up in my bed covered in sweat. I’m wondering if Kaleigh might not be replacing Aoife in my dreams. Aoife is certainly who my mind turns to when I consider how passionless and asexual my life has become… but I can easily see Kaleigh playing a role in my mind as a representative for “cheerful, intelligent, optimistic, and The Unknown.” Just thoughts, though.

So work. I can’t access my e-mail still… hope Cecilia can help with that. Don’t know if I have any Magistrate Matters, so that should be interesting. And I do know that I have a mental health hearing today. Patient demanded a second opinion, then chose a Psychologist who is conflicted out of treating her… so he said, “To me, she seems okay at the moment.” And that is all he could give us. So… at minimum, I am demanding a Drug Abuse In-Patient Status. I know the judge will ignore it but… this is a woman with a diagnosable mental disorder whose blood work says she is/was/has been using Meth, Marijuana, and Ecstasy. We’ll see what happens. May write more later. May not. At this point: Who knows?


Always Laughing December 30, 2016

Deleted user December 31, 2016

I hardly dream:-(

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