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boogieshoesthere is absolutely no reason for the title of this post - except that i ran across some of these today while visiting Mobile's battleship park, and instantly fell in love with the idea of shoes issues to submariners to help keep the noise generated while working in a submarine minimal. kind of awesome.
in other news, i had a fannish dream the other night, and as usual, i'm writing it up for everyone's perusal - and laughter. :-)
so... the dream begins on a college campus somewhere (standard, 1 ea), and Chris and i were waking up, getting ready to go to a meeting of some sort. the exact background/ job/ what the heck we were doing kept shifting, but the feel i got as soon as the dream began was that i was Chris's guide, and that our Sentinel/ Guide partnership was actually pretty new and we were still working out a few kinks here and there. Buck was also there as Chris's best friend.
so we were going to some kind of meeting about some research and development of... something.... Chris was responsible for keeping on top of things and giving direction to the team, and the management relationship was more technical lead than research advisor. my role in the meetings at this point was to take the notes. i 'remembered' that Chris got frustrated with me frequently: we were both young, both smart, independent individuals - and we had wildly different interests that we hadn't matrixed into a workable, effective whole yet.
so the meeting is going along, and the notebook i'm taking notes in runs out of paper. and i say 'i'll go get another one' - tensions were apparently running high enough that every little thing wrong was a reason for the other participants to snipe at each other. Chris came in for his fair share of being poked at, too. the other participants either didn't like me or didn't think much of me, and would have gladly taken their frustrations out on me, but Chris wouldn't let them. anyway, i go looking for a new notebook, and there isn't one *anywhere*. nothing, nada, zip. all the notebooks i came across had other people's notes or homework or whatever in them. finally, and old friend i haven't seen in a long while said 'here, there's still some free pages in this one...' and gave me one of his notebooks.
back to the meeting i go, but it turns out the notebook only has one or two pages left (in the middle, not the end!). but my friend had said he was done with it, so i wound up using the free space on half-full pages and stuff. so the meeting is going along, and i'm taking notes and stacking them up, and one of the people blows his top. he does the 'sweeping the tabletop clean' thing, and all the notes fall to the floor. i'm kinda pissed, but i don't say anything because i know it's been a bit of a tough row to hoe for everyone. i slide to the floor to start gathering the notes when i hear Chris bark: "Don't even think about it!" i look up, and the angry man was about to hit me, but Chris is holding his arm and glaring at him. "Get out. Just. Get. Out." the guy leaves.
the other people are silent, just watching for a minute, then they try to help me gather and organize the notes. Chris is doing his scary act and growling and prowling, which makes the others a bit too nervous to be really helpful. finally i say, "don't worry, i'll get it. you all go on to class now.'
off they go. next day 'starts' while i'm already up. i've got a class first hour, and Chris has a class second hour, but i know Chris doesn't have any fresh notebooks, so i figure it can't be too hard to find some, so i go looking for them. i take the elevator downstairs, and go from a college campus to a grade school. it was one of those dream logic things that makes you go, 'wait, whut?' when you wake up. i snag an official on the arm and ask where the nearest walmart is (it has everything!).
"You're not supposed to be here!" he cries.
"I'm just gonna be long enough to get some supplies, then I'm gone, I swear."
i head out of the building into the city (which doesn't surround the college campus, by the way), and see a post office a couple blocks away. i go there, but they're out of notebooks, too. the lady behind the counter says 'they didn't ship them this month for some reason.'
my dream!self is thinking 'Really? A whole school-full of needy consumers, and these idiots *forget to ship notebookes*?!'
finally, i spot on old, beat up notebook on the bottom of a stack of random items. i pick it up, try to get to the register the wrong way through a one-way door, but when i finally muscle through it, the gal takes the people in line behind me first. and she gives me this look. it's like, 'you should know you're a second class citizen by now - you're a Guide after all.' Grrr.
finally, i pay for it and get back in time for Chris's first class of the day. the class i'd had to skip was history, so i figured i'd be ok skipping one class. i put the notebook in my backpack for my/ Chris's next class, and i'm stowing my class books in my locker - which for some reason in dreams i always have trouble organizing/ putting things away in dreams? do i really feel so disorganized in real life? maybe for me, being unorganized is just a general stressor. my room-mate shows up (out of nowhere, of course) and asks why i'm going to Chris's classes, especially since our majors are so different.
i say, 'I've been told they get priority over mine. I have to go to all of his classes, and if something conflicts, I have to go to his classes instead of mine.'
'Even though he's business and you're engineering?'
'Yup.'
so i go to Chris's class and sit to his right - Buck's already there sitting on his left. we get through class and in that dream-fog way i'm thinking Chris and I respect each other, even though we're still a bit awkward when working together because we're so new at it. we get through class, and we split up - I have a class of my own to go to while Chris and Buck do something else - lunch maybe? we agree to meet back up in the parking lot, so we can go for a drive.
dream-time means you often skip around a lot. the next image is after my class, and i'm walking across the quad. in the main drag area, there are people setting up for a somewhat literal 'Battle of the Bands'. the two contenders are Motley Crue and Poison, and the band-chicks are setting up two tarps, where the band members will have to stay while they do 'battle'. there's a little aisle between the tarps, and i decide to cut through, which a lot of other people are doing, and one of the people setting up says, 'hey, you can't do that! you have to go around!'
'You're not even setting up yet, it's just the tarp, really,' I said.
'You still gotta go around, it's just the way it is.'
so i back up and go around both tarps, but the gal setting up for the Poison band picks a fight. she's really nasty about it, and you can tell she's kind of being an ass to me just because she knows no one will really stop it. and also, she thinks she's being witty. i tell her she's being rather boringly rude, and she snears back 'My Momma never rubbed the bitch off me - especially when it comes to Guides!'
what, do i have a scarlet letter 'G' on my clothes?
anyway, i reply, 'That's obvious.'
she gets really mad because she's not sure how to take this, and she's curling up her fist to hit me when i hear, 'I wouldn't do that.' i recognize the voice as Buck's, and she whirls around in surprise - right into Chris's right hook. she's knocked out cold on the ground.
i say, 'you know, there are advantages to being a Guide.'
and Chris kind of grunts and says, 'well, you put up with my shit, you don't need to put up with anyone else's.'
and Buck says, 'that's for damned sure,' and he takes off running and laughing.
'asshole!' Chris yells, and then takes off after him.
'Boys!' i say, then start running myself. i woke up just when we'd rounded the last building to the parking lot.
there are a lot of interesting elements in this dream. and by 'interesting', i mean i'm seriously thinking about using the feel of a lot of these encounters in my Magnificent 7.5 AU. i'm not exactly stalled out on it, but it's been put on the back burner with everything else this year while i do other stuff... i swear, i'll eventually get all my WIPs finished...
and that's today's entry. well, one last note. my birthday present from my parents is that Dad's taking me shopping a bit. Mom suggested a nice top, but i was thinking about buying ballet/sympohny season tix this year, and i think getting the earrings/ necklace to the evening gown i want is a better idea.
while Dad and i were at the Battleship Park this morning, we met a survivor of the Bataan Death March. interesting old man with incredible history is interesting. and incredible! he said HBO wanted to do a film based on his autobiography of the march, he told them he didn't want to have any cursing or swearing in the script - 'i don't say that, and i don't want to be associated with it!'. the company contact told him that he wouldn't have any control over that once he signed the contract - so he decided not to sign. go you, awesome old man!
-bs
in other news, i had a fannish dream the other night, and as usual, i'm writing it up for everyone's perusal - and laughter. :-)
so... the dream begins on a college campus somewhere (standard, 1 ea), and Chris and i were waking up, getting ready to go to a meeting of some sort. the exact background/ job/ what the heck we were doing kept shifting, but the feel i got as soon as the dream began was that i was Chris's guide, and that our Sentinel/ Guide partnership was actually pretty new and we were still working out a few kinks here and there. Buck was also there as Chris's best friend.
so we were going to some kind of meeting about some research and development of... something.... Chris was responsible for keeping on top of things and giving direction to the team, and the management relationship was more technical lead than research advisor. my role in the meetings at this point was to take the notes. i 'remembered' that Chris got frustrated with me frequently: we were both young, both smart, independent individuals - and we had wildly different interests that we hadn't matrixed into a workable, effective whole yet.
so the meeting is going along, and the notebook i'm taking notes in runs out of paper. and i say 'i'll go get another one' - tensions were apparently running high enough that every little thing wrong was a reason for the other participants to snipe at each other. Chris came in for his fair share of being poked at, too. the other participants either didn't like me or didn't think much of me, and would have gladly taken their frustrations out on me, but Chris wouldn't let them. anyway, i go looking for a new notebook, and there isn't one *anywhere*. nothing, nada, zip. all the notebooks i came across had other people's notes or homework or whatever in them. finally, and old friend i haven't seen in a long while said 'here, there's still some free pages in this one...' and gave me one of his notebooks.
back to the meeting i go, but it turns out the notebook only has one or two pages left (in the middle, not the end!). but my friend had said he was done with it, so i wound up using the free space on half-full pages and stuff. so the meeting is going along, and i'm taking notes and stacking them up, and one of the people blows his top. he does the 'sweeping the tabletop clean' thing, and all the notes fall to the floor. i'm kinda pissed, but i don't say anything because i know it's been a bit of a tough row to hoe for everyone. i slide to the floor to start gathering the notes when i hear Chris bark: "Don't even think about it!" i look up, and the angry man was about to hit me, but Chris is holding his arm and glaring at him. "Get out. Just. Get. Out." the guy leaves.
the other people are silent, just watching for a minute, then they try to help me gather and organize the notes. Chris is doing his scary act and growling and prowling, which makes the others a bit too nervous to be really helpful. finally i say, "don't worry, i'll get it. you all go on to class now.'
off they go. next day 'starts' while i'm already up. i've got a class first hour, and Chris has a class second hour, but i know Chris doesn't have any fresh notebooks, so i figure it can't be too hard to find some, so i go looking for them. i take the elevator downstairs, and go from a college campus to a grade school. it was one of those dream logic things that makes you go, 'wait, whut?' when you wake up. i snag an official on the arm and ask where the nearest walmart is (it has everything!).
"You're not supposed to be here!" he cries.
"I'm just gonna be long enough to get some supplies, then I'm gone, I swear."
i head out of the building into the city (which doesn't surround the college campus, by the way), and see a post office a couple blocks away. i go there, but they're out of notebooks, too. the lady behind the counter says 'they didn't ship them this month for some reason.'
my dream!self is thinking 'Really? A whole school-full of needy consumers, and these idiots *forget to ship notebookes*?!'
finally, i spot on old, beat up notebook on the bottom of a stack of random items. i pick it up, try to get to the register the wrong way through a one-way door, but when i finally muscle through it, the gal takes the people in line behind me first. and she gives me this look. it's like, 'you should know you're a second class citizen by now - you're a Guide after all.' Grrr.
finally, i pay for it and get back in time for Chris's first class of the day. the class i'd had to skip was history, so i figured i'd be ok skipping one class. i put the notebook in my backpack for my/ Chris's next class, and i'm stowing my class books in my locker - which for some reason in dreams i always have trouble organizing/ putting things away in dreams? do i really feel so disorganized in real life? maybe for me, being unorganized is just a general stressor. my room-mate shows up (out of nowhere, of course) and asks why i'm going to Chris's classes, especially since our majors are so different.
i say, 'I've been told they get priority over mine. I have to go to all of his classes, and if something conflicts, I have to go to his classes instead of mine.'
'Even though he's business and you're engineering?'
'Yup.'
so i go to Chris's class and sit to his right - Buck's already there sitting on his left. we get through class and in that dream-fog way i'm thinking Chris and I respect each other, even though we're still a bit awkward when working together because we're so new at it. we get through class, and we split up - I have a class of my own to go to while Chris and Buck do something else - lunch maybe? we agree to meet back up in the parking lot, so we can go for a drive.
dream-time means you often skip around a lot. the next image is after my class, and i'm walking across the quad. in the main drag area, there are people setting up for a somewhat literal 'Battle of the Bands'. the two contenders are Motley Crue and Poison, and the band-chicks are setting up two tarps, where the band members will have to stay while they do 'battle'. there's a little aisle between the tarps, and i decide to cut through, which a lot of other people are doing, and one of the people setting up says, 'hey, you can't do that! you have to go around!'
'You're not even setting up yet, it's just the tarp, really,' I said.
'You still gotta go around, it's just the way it is.'
so i back up and go around both tarps, but the gal setting up for the Poison band picks a fight. she's really nasty about it, and you can tell she's kind of being an ass to me just because she knows no one will really stop it. and also, she thinks she's being witty. i tell her she's being rather boringly rude, and she snears back 'My Momma never rubbed the bitch off me - especially when it comes to Guides!'
what, do i have a scarlet letter 'G' on my clothes?
anyway, i reply, 'That's obvious.'
she gets really mad because she's not sure how to take this, and she's curling up her fist to hit me when i hear, 'I wouldn't do that.' i recognize the voice as Buck's, and she whirls around in surprise - right into Chris's right hook. she's knocked out cold on the ground.
i say, 'you know, there are advantages to being a Guide.'
and Chris kind of grunts and says, 'well, you put up with my shit, you don't need to put up with anyone else's.'
and Buck says, 'that's for damned sure,' and he takes off running and laughing.
'asshole!' Chris yells, and then takes off after him.
'Boys!' i say, then start running myself. i woke up just when we'd rounded the last building to the parking lot.
there are a lot of interesting elements in this dream. and by 'interesting', i mean i'm seriously thinking about using the feel of a lot of these encounters in my Magnificent 7.5 AU. i'm not exactly stalled out on it, but it's been put on the back burner with everything else this year while i do other stuff... i swear, i'll eventually get all my WIPs finished...
and that's today's entry. well, one last note. my birthday present from my parents is that Dad's taking me shopping a bit. Mom suggested a nice top, but i was thinking about buying ballet/sympohny season tix this year, and i think getting the earrings/ necklace to the evening gown i want is a better idea.
while Dad and i were at the Battleship Park this morning, we met a survivor of the Bataan Death March. interesting old man with incredible history is interesting. and incredible! he said HBO wanted to do a film based on his autobiography of the march, he told them he didn't want to have any cursing or swearing in the script - 'i don't say that, and i don't want to be associated with it!'. the company contact told him that he wouldn't have any control over that once he signed the contract - so he decided not to sign. go you, awesome old man!
-bs
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Date: 2011-09-10 02:40 am (UTC)'asshole!' Chris yells, and then takes off after him.
'Boys!' i say, then start running myself.
Your dreams are way more fun than mine! And funnier! Thanks for writing this out. =) So when is the birthday? Did I miss it?
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Date: 2011-09-10 03:03 am (UTC)my birthday was August 17th - i am 35 this year, and still feel about 18 - except more evenly balanced, emotionally speaking.
and don't worry about having missed it - i was so wrapped up in this last SCA event that i practically missed it myself. :-p
-bs
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Date: 2011-09-10 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-11 01:05 am (UTC)thanks Van! :)
-bs