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First, it is the Glorious 25th, and Towel Day. A good day to think about busting corrupt systems and having universal basic income and the other necessities of life.
Yesterday I gave blood in the morning, and went and got deferred again in the afternoon. 2nd of 3 in a preventative vaccine series. I set up the donation the day before.
Dream-brain combined the avian influenza with the monkeypox to form a highly contagious pox disease that meant that any livestock that caught it had to be slaughtered, no matter how cherished. And I was a novice vet and pilot.
This coincided with a dream of some really breathtaking cruelty from my dad. In this dream he had faked what looked like closed adoption records and was answering all the phone numbers that I was trying to call to find out more.
My psychiatrist had the unusual thought that maybe waking up from a bad dream might leave you with a sense of happiness to be out of the nightmare world. But in addition to the chemical hangover from the very real stress hormones, the brain does its best to drag out very real fears and assemble them into something very new and horrifying.
The good part of The BFG was examining the combination of dream elements and how neutral to pleasant things could be very bad when recontextualized with each other and reality.
So the good part of waking up today is that at least I was able to sleep enough.
House: Ev is still interviewing people/companies to do the fixing, and quotes are coming in. The dog door is patched. The kitchen side wall of the mangled closet is load bearing. (We should really tell the drywall guy about that, because it changes the situation considerably.)
Yesterday I gave blood in the morning, and went and got deferred again in the afternoon. 2nd of 3 in a preventative vaccine series. I set up the donation the day before.
Dream-brain combined the avian influenza with the monkeypox to form a highly contagious pox disease that meant that any livestock that caught it had to be slaughtered, no matter how cherished. And I was a novice vet and pilot.
This coincided with a dream of some really breathtaking cruelty from my dad. In this dream he had faked what looked like closed adoption records and was answering all the phone numbers that I was trying to call to find out more.
My psychiatrist had the unusual thought that maybe waking up from a bad dream might leave you with a sense of happiness to be out of the nightmare world. But in addition to the chemical hangover from the very real stress hormones, the brain does its best to drag out very real fears and assemble them into something very new and horrifying.
The good part of The BFG was examining the combination of dream elements and how neutral to pleasant things could be very bad when recontextualized with each other and reality.
So the good part of waking up today is that at least I was able to sleep enough.
House: Ev is still interviewing people/companies to do the fixing, and quotes are coming in. The dog door is patched. The kitchen side wall of the mangled closet is load bearing. (We should really tell the drywall guy about that, because it changes the situation considerably.)
