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Vivid Dreams (& A Collapse)
Apr. 30th, 2005 11:37 amThis morning as I drifted in and out of sleep I had very vivid dreams.
In the earliest that I remember I was back in college, slaving away semester after semester, feeling like I was running an endless treadmill. I was just finishing up a semester full of classes and getting my grades back. I'd received an "A+" in "Applied History" (and a scattering of other passing grades). Just one more semester, just six more units, and I was finally done.
My brother had shown up in town and I asked if I could stay with him for this last semester. He asked what'd happened to my apartment, and I said I didn't have it any more. He asked where I was working nowadays, and I told him I wasn't.
He told me I couldn't stay with him.
Later. A different dream.
I'm visiting at Kimberly and her roommate's apartment, and it's in some type of huge, labyrinthine mall complex, which stretches in all directions. I'm out walking and I run into Chris A., who has just left his own apartment and is walking somewhere with a plastic tub of something. I think of how unlikely it is that I'd be just at the right place at the right time to encounter him.
I suggest he come over to Kimberly's place to watch a game (something on the TV), and he does.
Shortly after we sit down to watch, Kimberly's roommate shows up and asks what's happened to her chair. Now, I'd just been cleaning up by her desk, so clearly I've done something with it, but we both look around and can't find it anywhere. I do manage to find a gray office chair sitting at the dining room table, but she says that isn't it. I also find a wooden chair with a wicker seat hanging from the wall, just two or three feet to the left of her desk, but she says that isn't it either.
Eventually we decide to go out searching the campus for her chair. And, the outside is indeed a campus now, some combination of my Jr. High campus and UC Berkeley. We search through classrooms and storerooms, but can't find her chair.
As we're out I start to think of places in the apartment where it might be that we hadn't looked, but we keep searching out on the campus anyway.
And I also puzzle for a moment on the fact that we've left Chris alone back at the apartment. But we need to find the chair.
Later. A different dream or a different conversation.
I'm telling someone that within five years we're going to have to abandon Europe to the vampires, and he just scoffs,and all the time I'm thinking that probably we're going to have to abandon Europe and Asia.
And sometime after that I awake.
Kimberly's most severe depression finally seemed to break Thursday night, and that's a good thing because it's about when I collapsed from two weeks of holding everything together and being the strong shoulder. She's still depressed, just only very depressed.
Thursday night was my review gaming and I felt totally drained during it.
Yesterday that had moved on to being a bit depressed myself. (Fortunately I had a really interesting RPGnet project to work on for work, which I think I'll be able to release on Monday and should offer a big change to the site if people flock to it.)
Today I feel a bit better, as if the dreams had washed the exhaustion and depression out of my system like a flood.
I should be leaving the house about now for RPG gaming, but no one else is ever close to on time now that Eric is gone, so being 15 minutes or so late will really just give Donald another 15 minutes to play whichever online game he's working on today.
I'll be running session #3 of Stormbringer, probably largely the rest of what I'd planned for session #2, though with Dave P. out today I'll probably have to hold up the gamemastering side of things a bit more. (Dave P. is usually the most proactive player, which really helps keep things moving forward.)
And now I have to go make myself a sandwich.
In the earliest that I remember I was back in college, slaving away semester after semester, feeling like I was running an endless treadmill. I was just finishing up a semester full of classes and getting my grades back. I'd received an "A+" in "Applied History" (and a scattering of other passing grades). Just one more semester, just six more units, and I was finally done.
My brother had shown up in town and I asked if I could stay with him for this last semester. He asked what'd happened to my apartment, and I said I didn't have it any more. He asked where I was working nowadays, and I told him I wasn't.
He told me I couldn't stay with him.
Later. A different dream.
I'm visiting at Kimberly and her roommate's apartment, and it's in some type of huge, labyrinthine mall complex, which stretches in all directions. I'm out walking and I run into Chris A., who has just left his own apartment and is walking somewhere with a plastic tub of something. I think of how unlikely it is that I'd be just at the right place at the right time to encounter him.
I suggest he come over to Kimberly's place to watch a game (something on the TV), and he does.
Shortly after we sit down to watch, Kimberly's roommate shows up and asks what's happened to her chair. Now, I'd just been cleaning up by her desk, so clearly I've done something with it, but we both look around and can't find it anywhere. I do manage to find a gray office chair sitting at the dining room table, but she says that isn't it. I also find a wooden chair with a wicker seat hanging from the wall, just two or three feet to the left of her desk, but she says that isn't it either.
Eventually we decide to go out searching the campus for her chair. And, the outside is indeed a campus now, some combination of my Jr. High campus and UC Berkeley. We search through classrooms and storerooms, but can't find her chair.
As we're out I start to think of places in the apartment where it might be that we hadn't looked, but we keep searching out on the campus anyway.
And I also puzzle for a moment on the fact that we've left Chris alone back at the apartment. But we need to find the chair.
Later. A different dream or a different conversation.
I'm telling someone that within five years we're going to have to abandon Europe to the vampires, and he just scoffs,and all the time I'm thinking that probably we're going to have to abandon Europe and Asia.
And sometime after that I awake.
Kimberly's most severe depression finally seemed to break Thursday night, and that's a good thing because it's about when I collapsed from two weeks of holding everything together and being the strong shoulder. She's still depressed, just only very depressed.
Thursday night was my review gaming and I felt totally drained during it.
Yesterday that had moved on to being a bit depressed myself. (Fortunately I had a really interesting RPGnet project to work on for work, which I think I'll be able to release on Monday and should offer a big change to the site if people flock to it.)
Today I feel a bit better, as if the dreams had washed the exhaustion and depression out of my system like a flood.
I should be leaving the house about now for RPG gaming, but no one else is ever close to on time now that Eric is gone, so being 15 minutes or so late will really just give Donald another 15 minutes to play whichever online game he's working on today.
I'll be running session #3 of Stormbringer, probably largely the rest of what I'd planned for session #2, though with Dave P. out today I'll probably have to hold up the gamemastering side of things a bit more. (Dave P. is usually the most proactive player, which really helps keep things moving forward.)
And now I have to go make myself a sandwich.