A few Saturday things
A. The 'post lines from three WIPs' meme! I'm doing two lines each because context :p
1: Ralf could tell Ander was pissed off, more than he let on, he just wasn’t exactly sure about what. It was in his movements, usually casual and fluid but now carried out with an overly efficient economy of movement. (Diablotin, current active WIP)
2: You might think it silly, but I imagine what disagreements we might have over foolish things like what colour or style of drapes is more suitable, and I try to work though how best we might compromise. I know you told me that as I am living there on my own for the moment I should simply do as I wish, but I would rather at least have the illusion of your presence. (Diablotin, on-hold WIP to be resumed maybe after trope Bingo stories are done?)
3: Attal had never felt betrayed by Kai Leed until she'd found her working with Odos Caan. By now they'd crossed blades many more times, but her feelings were still mixed about her old master – her old friend. (Star Wars, WIP in sort of weird limbo :/)
B: I had a weird dream last night where Jola and I were in Sheffield for a day. The context was kind of fuzzy and I forget a lot of it anyway. It had a day, or some chuck of time, between flights - there was some uncertainty (this was a major theme all around) as to how much time. I was mostly walking up a hill long hill with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
longrat, though chairman_mat was there for parts of it as well. There were lost of shops and a bank with a very fancy "PR" which turned out to mean Private Restroom. In my dream this was where I had banked when I lived there, which is purely a dreamfact. The setting was ore Sheffield-ish than anything resembling the actual city, other than the ridiculous hills.
I was talking about my job search, which was somehow related to the travel and the related uncertainty (unsubtle dream, very unsubtle.) We had been trying to find a computer so I could check my flight times - we managed this at the Super Fancy Bank (seriously - red carpet, polished brass rails....huge empty ballroom???) somehow and were relieved that I didn't actually fly out until the next morning, not later that night, which was good, because even dream me knew that these things always take longer than you think they should (SUBTLY WE CAN NOT HAS IT!). But we got nearer the top of the hill an d while we were still "in Sheffield": it was much more of a stretch. Jola was definitely with us in this part. We were at the university and had somehow wound up at the house (an old Victorian wooden house, so extra no for Sheffield) of some important university official. I had wanted to ask them something but thought that just showing up at their house was improper, but for some reason we were on their steps anyway, and one of their kids came to the door.
The kid wanted to play with us, and we sort of obliged (this part is fuzzy). We wound up in the back, on the sunporch. Jola was acting very antsy and I wasn't sure why. There was something freaking her out under the porch. I tried to check this out and a small black snake leapt up and bit me on the cheek. I felt okay but I knew it was venomous and I was in danger. In my dream I thought this explained her behaviour, that she had sensed the danger or was unfamiliar with snakes (not true), but apparently dream Jola was looking out for me.
The only place close I could go for medical care was a children's hospital, and Longrat took me. They had tables set up outside the building, with people, mostly men, in white outfits taking people's information. At one point they took a blood sample from me, put it on an SD card that had been split open along one edge, closed it back up, and fed it to the computer. This told them that I was in bad enough shape that they should admit me and do what they could, even though I was not their usual type of patient and they weren't really set up to deal with snakebites. In England, go figure :p Also - I didn't actually feel ill or hurt or in pain or anything in my dream at all, I just knew that I needed medical assistance.
The details all get fuzzy at this point. I remember part of the treatment was putting a clear, wrinkly plastic bag over my head that had some kind of gas being pumped into it. It was very tight fitting, because it was a children's hospital and the bags were not designed for adult heads. They only fit because I do, in fact, have a rather small head :p But it was still tight. I remember my greatest concern being that I was going to be stuck there, and miss my flight and who knew when I'd be able to carry on with whatever I was supposed to be traveling for, but being grateful that I was in the UK and not the US when this happened so that at least it wouldn't cost me a million dollars. Yeah. That was about it.
I woke up at 7 from this and I miiiiight have taken my acid reflux meds or I might have only dreamed I did. I was uncertain enough on the point after I woke up from dozing again a little while later that I opted not to take them again, so hopefully that was the right choice because I am almost out of backup heartburn stuff :p
C: I really just want to work on writing, because between last night and this morning I have things better sorted out, I think, for my plot progression. However I am also trying to do a job application a week at this point and I haven't done anything in that direction yet, so I need to get a handle on that. If I can find something good. maybe a WW first though.... and a staff meeting later this afternoon. Wheeee!
1: Ralf could tell Ander was pissed off, more than he let on, he just wasn’t exactly sure about what. It was in his movements, usually casual and fluid but now carried out with an overly efficient economy of movement. (Diablotin, current active WIP)
2: You might think it silly, but I imagine what disagreements we might have over foolish things like what colour or style of drapes is more suitable, and I try to work though how best we might compromise. I know you told me that as I am living there on my own for the moment I should simply do as I wish, but I would rather at least have the illusion of your presence. (Diablotin, on-hold WIP to be resumed maybe after trope Bingo stories are done?)
3: Attal had never felt betrayed by Kai Leed until she'd found her working with Odos Caan. By now they'd crossed blades many more times, but her feelings were still mixed about her old master – her old friend. (Star Wars, WIP in sort of weird limbo :/)
B: I had a weird dream last night where Jola and I were in Sheffield for a day. The context was kind of fuzzy and I forget a lot of it anyway. It had a day, or some chuck of time, between flights - there was some uncertainty (this was a major theme all around) as to how much time. I was mostly walking up a hill long hill with
longrat, though chairman_mat was there for parts of it as well. There were lost of shops and a bank with a very fancy "PR" which turned out to mean Private Restroom. In my dream this was where I had banked when I lived there, which is purely a dreamfact. The setting was ore Sheffield-ish than anything resembling the actual city, other than the ridiculous hills. I was talking about my job search, which was somehow related to the travel and the related uncertainty (unsubtle dream, very unsubtle.) We had been trying to find a computer so I could check my flight times - we managed this at the Super Fancy Bank (seriously - red carpet, polished brass rails....huge empty ballroom???) somehow and were relieved that I didn't actually fly out until the next morning, not later that night, which was good, because even dream me knew that these things always take longer than you think they should (SUBTLY WE CAN NOT HAS IT!). But we got nearer the top of the hill an d while we were still "in Sheffield": it was much more of a stretch. Jola was definitely with us in this part. We were at the university and had somehow wound up at the house (an old Victorian wooden house, so extra no for Sheffield) of some important university official. I had wanted to ask them something but thought that just showing up at their house was improper, but for some reason we were on their steps anyway, and one of their kids came to the door.
The kid wanted to play with us, and we sort of obliged (this part is fuzzy). We wound up in the back, on the sunporch. Jola was acting very antsy and I wasn't sure why. There was something freaking her out under the porch. I tried to check this out and a small black snake leapt up and bit me on the cheek. I felt okay but I knew it was venomous and I was in danger. In my dream I thought this explained her behaviour, that she had sensed the danger or was unfamiliar with snakes (not true), but apparently dream Jola was looking out for me.
The only place close I could go for medical care was a children's hospital, and Longrat took me. They had tables set up outside the building, with people, mostly men, in white outfits taking people's information. At one point they took a blood sample from me, put it on an SD card that had been split open along one edge, closed it back up, and fed it to the computer. This told them that I was in bad enough shape that they should admit me and do what they could, even though I was not their usual type of patient and they weren't really set up to deal with snakebites. In England, go figure :p Also - I didn't actually feel ill or hurt or in pain or anything in my dream at all, I just knew that I needed medical assistance.
The details all get fuzzy at this point. I remember part of the treatment was putting a clear, wrinkly plastic bag over my head that had some kind of gas being pumped into it. It was very tight fitting, because it was a children's hospital and the bags were not designed for adult heads. They only fit because I do, in fact, have a rather small head :p But it was still tight. I remember my greatest concern being that I was going to be stuck there, and miss my flight and who knew when I'd be able to carry on with whatever I was supposed to be traveling for, but being grateful that I was in the UK and not the US when this happened so that at least it wouldn't cost me a million dollars. Yeah. That was about it.
I woke up at 7 from this and I miiiiight have taken my acid reflux meds or I might have only dreamed I did. I was uncertain enough on the point after I woke up from dozing again a little while later that I opted not to take them again, so hopefully that was the right choice because I am almost out of backup heartburn stuff :p
C: I really just want to work on writing, because between last night and this morning I have things better sorted out, I think, for my plot progression. However I am also trying to do a job application a week at this point and I haven't done anything in that direction yet, so I need to get a handle on that. If I can find something good. maybe a WW first though.... and a staff meeting later this afternoon. Wheeee!