Jeans and Sneakers

I didn’t really have much of anything to say the past couple of days. It’s mostly SSDD, just me worrying about money and not doing much else. And my sleep schedule is still out of whack. Fortunately though, that gave me reason to write today.

I tried to stay awake today, all the way through, and would have been fine if Craftster.org didn’t go down for maintenance. But they did, and I had already been browsing other people’s craftiness for a good while, so when it went down, it did so leaving me in a crafty mood myself. It was about 11am, and Rob was sleeping, and all was quiet, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I went in my room searching for my S’n'B books, to see if I had any quick patterns for something small that could take up some time, and simultaneously use up some yarn in my ever growing stash. Surprisingly enough, I did. There’s a pattern for Cat-Warming toys, and it calls for Red Heart Sport weight yarn, (you don’t want to use really expensive gourmet yarn for a cat to bat around the floor, do you?) which I happened to have, in contrasting colors, from when I made a Charlie Brown Ipod cozy for my dad. Woot. I got to work. Two hours later. . .this was born!

He knit up so quick, I didn’t even get the chance to put up a progress meter for him. Though I think I’ll be making another one that’s black with a yellow stripe.

I don’t know what to do with the second one though, as I brought this one over to Rob’s mom’s house today when we went to dinner, and the kitty (and other cats) only had minimal interest in it, even when Rob’s mom had dipped it in catnip.

You’re supposed to put some catnip inside in a little muslin pouch, but I don’t have any cats, and thus, no catnip. That’s ok though. Even if the cats didn’t like it, all the humans that saw it got a kick out of it.

My sleep pattern is still all wacky. It’s 1:43am and I just woke up about 43 minutes ago. I went to sleep around 9pm. . .and had a 4-5 hour nap between 1pm and 6pm, so that’s kind of understandable. But I had the weirdest dream while I was sleeping.

I was in a man’s backyard, and I had to get into his basement to steal something I really needed. I managed to get in and get whatever it was I needed and get out of the basement alright, but upon crossing the backyard to exit, the man looked out of his back door and saw me. I managed to escape suspicion by telling him that I was sorry, I just saw whatever item that I had to steal, and had to own it. He was happy after that, and accepted my money, even though there was no clear explanation how I “just saw” something in his basement.

I left, and had to go to my dad’s house. When I got there, it wasn’t my dad’s house, but a non-existant house that Andy and Zech were sharing. (My two friends from upstate) It didn’t seem strange to me that I ended up there instead of my dad’s, and I went inside. I don’t remember exactly what happened when I got there. It’s already getting fuzzy, but there was something about cigarettes (that I remembered just now), and sharing them or something. The house was at the top of a hill, upstate, so there was snow on the ground, and next to a river/lake that was frozen. But in my dream, the middle of the body of water was frozen solid, whereas the edge of the water, near land, was only partially solid, and therefore dangerous. There was a group of kids causing trouble and riding shovels down the hill to the river/lake. (Kind of like in “It’s a Wonderful Life”, only instead of sitting on the shovels, they were standing on them.) They all had to make sure to stop before they hit the water, or else they’d drown. All except for this one kid, who must have had his growth stunted, because he was small, but not a little person (midget/dwarf). He went down the hill and managed to make it out onto the stable center of the ice (I know, it’s backwards.), and turned back and he and his group of friends all leered at Andy, Zech, and I who had been watching. I knew it was time to go.

I went upstairs, and got my belongings, which consisted of a notebook, a pen, and some kind of lanyard keychain necklace thing. I put them in my backpack and turned around to say goodbye, when it became blatantly apparrent (somehow) that they never wanted me there to begin with. I got in my car (that I’ve never seen before) and left.

I was walking away from my dad’s house (funny how that picked up right?), but I was going a way I’d never gone before. I think it was because even though that part of the dream didn’t take place at my dad’s, the main plot of the dream was still fluid at that point, and I felt threatened by where I had come from. So I was walking in a direction I knew to be the wrong way, but I believed it would take me out to a road I knew, so I’d be alright. In the alleys, I passed a strange looking hispanic man. Short build, older, maybe late 30’s early to late 40’s, pudgy and with shoulder length wiry hair like old school puerto rican’s have, kind of frizzy and tell-tale that some of our ancestors were probably black (I’m blacker than we thought! Ask me later, if you care to know what that means.) He was wearing a pink button up shirt with a collar under a vest, and had a moustache. He was also carrying some kind of re-purposed bag, something that looked like someone made it from scraps of many other fabrics. It was a small bag, but not like a purse, as I didn’t really think it was all that strange for him to be carrying it. Maybe it was because the rest of his appearance was not precisely normal, so I just wrote it off. Anyway, he passed me in the alley and smiled, and I knew he was a nice man. His bag turned into an instrument akin to an accordian, and he began playing and singing a song. He walked with me through the alley, singing and playing as we went along, and I was happy. (Though not the corny happy you think of when you hear ghost stories about revisitings from dead relatives, and you know they’re at peace. This was more like, I was walking along, and thought it was totally cool that this guy was playing and singing for me.) When he was done he said that my dad loves that song, and that my dad asks him to play it every night when he walks down that alley coming home from work. I think I thanked him but I’m not sure, and I walked on.

Where I thought the exit to the road I knew would be, instead was one huge subway entrance. There was no way around it, I had to either go back the way I came, or go through the subway tunnels. I figured if I went through the subway, I could walk through the station and end up on the road I thought I was heading for anyway. I went into the station, and immediately saw that 1) the station was huge, and there were tons of people around, and 2) I was going to have to buy a metrocard to get to the part of the station where I could walk to the other exit. I began walking towards one of the lines to get a card, when I saw and heard a cop yell something at me. I thought he had said to jump off of one level to get around the metrocard turnstyle (there’s no way a real station would have an opening like that, no one would ever pay.), but he didn’t, and I ignored him and got on line.

In front of me was an older woman, kind of pleasantly plump, she looked as if she’d had kids, but they were grown now. In front of her was a young couple. They were all really nice and talking to eachother, just passing the time while waiting in line, but they were having such a good conversation that they (and I) didn’t notice when it was the couple’s turn to go up to the metrocard clerk. By the time we realized that she was waiting for them, a very mean and nasty lady from another line ours had been alternating with had gotten angry and took her turn early. The young woman in the couple was willing to let her go, since they hadn’t been paying attention. But her boyfriend, and the woman behind them (in front of me) insisted that it was their turn and that the nasty lady would just have to wait. The plump nice lady went forward and told the nasty lady she had to wait her turn. The nasty lady wasn’t having that, and put up a fight to get her metro card. The nice lady very gently, but firmly placed her hand on the other woman’s collar bone area (above her boobs, but below her throat) and pushed her back. That didn’t go over so well, and everyone started yelling. Something happened, I don’t remember, but then another woman came up behind the metrocard clerk behind the counter, she was also an MTA employee, and she got on the microphone for the station loudspeaker with a devillish glint in her eye, and said “Who’s side are you on?!”

I remember thinking “That’s the worst possible thing you could say in a station this huge full of people.”, and sure enough, about 2/3 of the crowd in the station yelled “MINE!” and a riot broke out. In the frenzy, I lost sight of both the nasty and nice ladies, and the young woman in the couple. But the guy in the couple was standing behind me, I had turned around and was staring at the chaos in disbelief, as was he. Suddenly from out of nowhere, this blue guy runs up to us, and tells us that the nice lady and the young woman had been killed (either by him or by the nasty lady, or both, maybe they worked together, I don’t know.) The guy behind me started grieving, crying and stuff, and I felt bad for him, so as the blue guy circled us, showing his teeth (I somehow understood that he’d become a mutant when the riot broke out and wanted to hurt us), I circled the guy from the couple, keeping myself inbetween him and the blue guy.

The blue guy said something like “Aww. . .are you going to protect your young lover?” which made me mad, because I didn’t know this guy from Adam, I just felt bad for him because he lost his girlfriend, and I told the blue guy as much. He came back with some remark about how I was so brave for a girl, and then I realized that I’d become somewhat of a mutant too.

I have no idea how or when or what the circumstances were that lead to us leaving that station, but the next thing I knew, I was flying through the air, and I was controlling a fleet of flying pebbles, to carry the grieving guy from the couple along with me. I partially had wanted to get him out of immediate danger, and partially knew that he had to help me defeat the blue guy. Which makes no sense, because we could have fought him in the station. But we were flying, and we landed on an island, that I knew to be the lair of the blue guy (I have no idea how. The dream started losing it’s fluidity when the blue guy came along). I told the grieving guy to be quiet, that we had to get inside this huge castle without being detected. I started climbing up this huge window, it was smoked glass, and had cast iron detailing, so climbing it wasn’t really that hard, but I was concerned that the grieving guy was just a normal guy, and didn’t know how to be stealthy. Sure enough, as soon as the guy set his hands and feet on the iron railing I was already climbing, I felt the entire island shake and saw through the smoked glass, that there were organs. . .bodily organs, pushed up against the glass. That made me realize that we weren’t on an island, we were trying to climb up the blue guy who had somehow transformed into a castle, but was about to transform into something else that we could fight.

At that point, I thought to myself that the dream had started to bore me, that it was interesting enough up until the fluidity broke, and now it had just gotten silly, and I didn’t feel like dealing with fighting this guy. So I woke up.

It was a crazy dream to say the least, and pretty vivid while I was having it, but now that it’s over, I’m starting to lose some of the finer details of it.

Now it’s almost 3 in the morning (I had to save a draft of this, and come back to it, because I asked Rob to help me update WordPress, and he decided that right then was the best time to do it), and I’m pretty wide awake. I’ll probably put a movie on and knit some more of the sweater.

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