Meaning me. I slept till nearly 1pm, thanks to the Zyrtek I took, so got started late. But I do feel a lot more rested. I spent much of the day cleaning up my computer's settings, links and e-mails. And prepping for a trip to Philadelphia on the 6th. It's ludicrous, but air fares on the day after Labor Day were stunning in their cost -- $400 one way from Buffalo to a city that's closer than NYC? Jeez! I wound up booking a flight to Baltimore then hopping the train, which cost about a fourth of that, total.
The following week is a packing job in New Jersey. And it looks like the LA job is dead. Oh, well.
Had some interesting dreams, last night, one of which dealt with a flood in a valley-like area I was visiting. More like a stream that was gushing over a road that I wanted to cross but was too deep, so I went a bit upstream, which was uphill, and it was a lot less intense...and then it was just water coming out of a broken pipe. Someone was with me, though I don't know who he was...except he was younger and made me happily nervous. Then we were in a dark house with windows high up in the walls, so you couldn't see out and barely had any illumination from them. That's when I woke.
I've found that when I have dreams vivid enough to remember, they sort of happen later. I don't know if it's clairvoyance or me tapping into some part of the ether more openly than when I'm writing or if I'm just remembering something that DID happen but in a different way, and later, when the deja vu thing hits and I sort of recall the dream, it's really just something similar from my past that I'd forgotten.
I don't know if that makes sense, but it works for me as an author.
Damn, I've got so much ironing to do and absolutely no drive to do it.
The following week is a packing job in New Jersey. And it looks like the LA job is dead. Oh, well.
Had some interesting dreams, last night, one of which dealt with a flood in a valley-like area I was visiting. More like a stream that was gushing over a road that I wanted to cross but was too deep, so I went a bit upstream, which was uphill, and it was a lot less intense...and then it was just water coming out of a broken pipe. Someone was with me, though I don't know who he was...except he was younger and made me happily nervous. Then we were in a dark house with windows high up in the walls, so you couldn't see out and barely had any illumination from them. That's when I woke.
I've found that when I have dreams vivid enough to remember, they sort of happen later. I don't know if it's clairvoyance or me tapping into some part of the ether more openly than when I'm writing or if I'm just remembering something that DID happen but in a different way, and later, when the deja vu thing hits and I sort of recall the dream, it's really just something similar from my past that I'd forgotten.
I don't know if that makes sense, but it works for me as an author.
Damn, I've got so much ironing to do and absolutely no drive to do it.
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