Dreaming as the days go by, dreaming as the summers die

A week ago Tuesday, talking with norwoodbridge, it struck me how very many real-life experiences could be described just as if they were dreams, and how they WOULD seem weird, and how any listener would nod at the final, philosophical "dreams are so weird, man."

Example: I was walking with this guy over near MIT, by the river, and we turned to walk along the path. Everything was fine, it was a nice night out. Gradually I started to notice spiders along the fence between us and the river, which I ignored. After a while there was another shorter fence between us and the road, and somehow without my noticing it the spiders got incredibly unrealistically dense along both fences. We walked past a lamp post that must have had eight giant orb webs attached, and I kind of freaked out and froze in the middle of the path. But after a few minutes we kept walking, and gradually it became okay again somehow.

Example continued: so then I was at dinner with this same guy, and I had never heard the names of any of the drinks on the menu. And I guess I was dating him, somehow... but it was somehow okay because heisenbug knew about it? Huh. Anyway, we ordered octopus, and the tiles at this counter where we were sitting were SO BLUE and I just kept staring at them for a long time. (Dreams are so weird.)

Example: I dreamed this guy at the gym asked me out, so I wrote to him. He didn't write back, so I wrote him a week later to tell him "no date". His responses to my second email got weirdly desperate as he claimed to have not gotten the first one... and I dreamed I was sitting in this shawarma place, sending an email telling him we should both just cut our losses, and listening to my phone chime as he wrote back again and again. He started asking me all these weird favors, culminating in Please help me find a tall slim white girlfriend. What was THAT about, brain? Nobody would really do that.

In-laws, dragon pistols, 8 to 10, and Fluevogs

I like writing LJ posts, but sometimes my life gets so wonk that I can't for a while.

So you missed some things, LJ! You missed last week how I ran across dragon pistols, and was instantly charmed and intrigued because I collect pistol variations and that is a BADASS one. It took me three days to do my first full rep, and I remain enamored. They get wonderful responses, on the order of "Wait what? Did you just pass your arm through your leg!?" Totally my best new party trick.

(The same trainer and same athlete are into a bunch of other nutty parkour-training stuff: see also butterfly squat, which reminds me of Toledo's "improper alignment" training rant).

You missed that I've been playing Alphabear for a while, and I like it.

You missed that my in-laws visited from Sunday to Thursday, and how awkward and distracting that was -- though they were mainly around to see heisenbug, of course, I did my best to do the hostess thing when not working. I think all traces of their visit are finally expunged from the house.

Work has been MADNESS, and I'm expanding my little team from 8 to 10 people. One person's already planning to transfer in, the other will probably be new to the company since I tend to alternate that way. It's exciting and also, uh, big. When did I get so grown-up as to have opinions on hiring policy and how it affects team culture, ferfucksake?

I've finally ordered Fluevog's Axe shoes, after many months of drooling and now seeing them go on sale with not all sizes available anymore. I don't currently have anything like them. I'm pretty sure I just got a spot bonus at work, and if I did I'm going to get these slashed-up black shorts too. Sexxxy!