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Last night, I dreamed that I was riding in a car.  One guy was driving, and there was an additional guy and girl in the back.  We had to drive a winding path through a tunnel (it felt like I had been there before) and the driver was getting super nervous, and kept scraping up against the wall.  I was talking to him to help calm him down, and I put a hand on the wheel to smooth his jerky movements.  We eventually made it out, and then across a wooden bridge.  At the end of that, we had to go into a sort of barn thing, and turn right, drive to the end, and exit to the left.

I had been here before, and I knew that transitioning from the bridge to the barn, there was a sort of post in the middle, to divide traffic to the left and the right.  On top of the post was a sort of table-top that easily flipped up.  It was meant to throttle traffic, so you would stop, raise the flap, and drive through.  Same as a small gate into a property.  We stopped, I got out and removed the right side of the table top thing, and the driver pulled the car through.  Before we made it out of the barn, these two guys started trouble with us.  I can't remember what they said or did, but I lost my calm with them
.  I also don't remember the details or depth of the altercation.  It's all a bit fuzzy now.  

I know there were other dreams as well, but that's all I managed to bring back with me.

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Last night, I dreamed about a combination of work and school.  Pretty much everyone, ever was there, and we had different classrooms, but the stuff we did was work stuff from my job.  There was some sort of contest where we were supposed to submit a poem, and then they would select a winner, who would receive a certificate giving them immunity from having to work for some time period.  I wasn't really into it, but someone else submitted a random poem of mine on my behalf.  I won, and got the certificate, but then I was supposed to read the poem out loud, which I do not like, or approve of.  Plus, I didn't know which one it was.  Finally, I got a news letter with the winning poem in it, only what was in the newsletter, was actually an introduction letter to the poem, saying why the person had submitted it, which didn't help at all.  There was more to this, but I can't remember.

There is always one more thing.  Always.

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Last night, I dreamed of some weird apocalyptic mechanized world where Nigel and I had to pilot a sort of robot / mecha thing in order to escape certain doom.  

I woke up to discover that everything still sucks.

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 Last night, I remember two different dreams.  I think there was at least another one, but I can't remember.
First, I was waiting in line to see an alien skull fossil thing.  Some guy had it, and they were doing a viewing at some tattoo shop.  You could buy replicas and souvenirs and whatever, but they were displaying the real thing.  I wasn't sure to believe it or not, so I wanted to see it myself, in person.  After making it through the line, I got to see it, and even hold it.  It was a skull, in a rock, sort of, fragmentary / fossil style.  Looked sort of like a human fetal skull, but larger, with some odd protrusions and stuff.  As I inspected it, I could not make up my mind if it was a fake or not.  I left with a little fist size replica of it, and continued to inspect it through the parking lot to a car, where I then drove around in the middle of the night, looking for food places that were open.

The next dream I had, there was some sort of big unstoppable creature chasing M'kali.  No one knew what it wanted or what motivated it, but she just kept running.  It had been chasing her for a long time, and it seemed like it was endlessly just about to get her.  She was running through some area with a lot of cloth hanging down, like laundry lines, trying sheets, but as far as could be seen, maybe down an alley or something.  She got far enough ahead to move to the side, and double back until it passed her, then she went to another place, but I don't know where.  When she came back to the world, the creature was down below where she came out.  It was laying at the bottom of a pond, fur sort of floating in the water.  She was asking someone about it (I don't know who it was, but they reminded me of my sister), and they told her that it had been dormant the entire time she was gone.  After she had been there a brief time, it started to stir and wake up.  It didn't take long before it was coming right towards her again, trying to get up where she was.  She contemplated leaving the world again, but obviously, she didn't want to leave forever, and that was a temporary solution at best.  She was coming up with some sort of plan, but I woke up.

Everything still completely smooth, so far.  
I ate too many tacos yesterday.
Today, after work, I am going by the grocery store, on a quest to buy all the halloween cereals.  I realized that in my life, I think that maybe, as a kid, I tried Frankenberry one time, but I have never gotten to try them all.  We were too poor when I was a kid, and sadly, it just never occurred to me until recently, that it was something that I have the power to remedy now.  Hopefully they are out already.  I saw some Count Chocula at Target, but they didn't have all 4, so I figured I would wait and go to a real grocery store.

Also going to buy a family size tater tots, and cook the entire thing in the deep fryer :D

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 Last night, I dreamed about some sort of 50s comic book style life.  I went to some simple 50s school, with some simple 50s friends, in a simple 50s small town version of where I lived as a kid.  It was like something straight out of the old Archie comics.  I wasn't getting along with my one and only/best friend.  So I was trying to make friends with some of the other kids.  After some sort of PE class, I was walking past my grandfather's house, and had to stop, and sit in my bed (which was in a field) and use my computer to take some calls from work.  

I got a call from a lady in one of our branch offices, who sent me a document.  To access it, I had to tear my computer monitor apart and pull out a piece of paper, which was basically a print out of the screen.  The lady then walked out of my grandpa's shed, and made me go to the grocery store with her, where she fed me some weird soda's and cakes and stuff.


Weekend was a roller-coaster

Saturday, things got bad. 
I had a really serious "Come to Jesus" discussion with my GF.  Of the "or else" variety.  I guess we will see how it goes.  Pretty much immediately since that moment, she has been acting exemplary.  Which is good, but in another way kinda irks me a bit, because it just goes to show that clearly she has it in her, and she just ends up indulging the negative, combative and destructive tendencies, when in reality, she is entirely capable of overcoming them.  

Yesterday, had a family meeting with my mom and step-dad, re: the hurricane / awful life choices refugees who are staying with us.  We got a plan for dealing with it, and we are all on the same page.  Hopefully it resolves itself before any feet have to come down or any deadlines get pushed.  We also talked about repairing the back fence, and adding a double gate, so I can get car projects into the backyard to have more space and privacy for working on stuff.  

I guess I don't really feel like delving up lots of details on anything, since I am in the 'wait and see' phases.
I'll just be over here... Waiting... and... seeing...

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 Thursday night, I dreamed about a big library sort of place.  I was either dropped off there for a whole day, or I had dropped someone else off, I'm not sure.  After a while, I was waiting in a car, with a pile of books.  I think I had a telephone conversation about a cat.  Or maybe it was a telephone conversation WITH a cat.  It's unclear.  Whoever I was waiting on was not coming for like 8 hours, so I decided to sleep in the car.  As I tried to sleep, some weirdo started breaking into the car, waving a hand held Nintendo of some flavor in my face, screaming "I made you in Zelda!"  I looked at the screen, and there was some sort of character creation thing going on, and they had made a little guy who did sort of resemble me.  I went to the courthouse and filed papers of some sort, I think it was a restraining order on the Zelda situation.  I know some other stuff happened, but I can't recall what.

Time is slowly grinding, grinding slowly, and it's a slow grind.

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Sometimes Life feels like an existential debate in slow motion.  Swans languidly turning circles on the glassy surface of a cemetery pond.
All it would take is a chain and two padlocks, and I could change it all, forever.
"Forever" is perspective.  It might only last 5 more minutes..
Maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing.

I had dreams last night.  I was driving through a flood (like the one that came when I was a kid).  Only this time I was with my family, instead of alone.  We stopped the car, and I went out towards the water, where the alligators were.  I had to retrieve a red and white plastic cooler from the edge of the water.  It had some family member's stuff in it.  As I tried to get it, some other people were coming along.  I had feelings of complete terror that they were going to see me, and they were going to know that I wasn't human, and that I didn't belong.  

I woke up with a lot of pain in my spine.  It's the lower right area.  It might also be in my hip.  It's hard to tell because it hurts so much that it's difficult to tell where the pain is located.

"Anyone who says differently is selling something", right?

But... What is the point?

Oh, Hamlet, my love...  Is it better to be an automaton?  Which part is the part that matters?


Aug. 29th, 2017 07:16 am
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I remember a vague dream last night about someone having a touch (like they'd lay their hand on something, and use the power) that made things sort of go back in time, or get younger, or repaired or whatever.  It seemed to work on anything.  That's about all I can remember though.  I know that I had several other dreams, but they are lost.


Aug. 28th, 2017 08:32 am
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Last night, I dreamed that I was telling someone about a vacation that I went on once.  As I told them, I had very vivid memories of this vacation, only, it never happened.  Weird memories within a dream where the memories were somehow the dream.  After that, I had a dream about having a huge amount of books, and a lot of space and shelves and rooms to keep them all in.

Still don't have the will to talk about my current family based irritation, so I'm going to just not do it again.

I sat awake in bed last night trying to get some sleep, but all my brain would do is obsess about some new ideas for a Halloween costume that I was having.  I don't know if I have the materials on hand to even begin it, even assuming that I would have time, and I don't know that I could scrape up the funds to get any of the materials, so I guess my brain will just keep me up every night trying to force me to create when I have no means to do so.  Fun.

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Last night, I dreamed about traveling on foot across a desolate landscape.  It was mostly rocks and holes and barren fields and lifeless hills.  The whole world looked like a rock quarry or something.  The few structures that I came across seemed old and dry and burned out.  There was not much in the way of supplies, or gear or anything.  The occasional settlement was sort of a ramshackle trading post.  The only travelers of note (aside from the occasional wander like myself) were some caravans of traders and refugees going from one ramshackle barter town to another.

I was traveling with a kid, and we thoroughly foraged any and everything that we came across.  We passed through a crappy little settlement, and we were heading the same direction as a caravan.  We traveled near it, but not officially a part of it.  At some point in the night, some sort of big creature attacked the caravan.  It was probably 10 or 12 feet tall, and 12 to 15 feet long.  Something sort of like an insect reptile I guess.  I had some sort of homemade gun thing, but I only had like 4 shots with it.  After I hit it, it changed size and shape, and became some really small rodent type thing, so it could hide and escape.  We tried frantically to track and destroy it.  It would suddenly change back into the big monster form, launch an attack, then switch to the small fast rodent one again.  I woke up at some point during the action sequence.


The next dream I remember was being in a truck, with some friend, and their mom was driving, and she kept hitting parked vehicles, then driving off.

After that, I dreamed that I went with a friend to visit their dad, and he was in a big sort of garage room with a bunch of kittens, and an old Capcom AVP Arcade Machine.  I got excited, because the machine was mine, and I had been missing it for years, and was so excited to find it again.  I don't know why he had it all that time.

Hoping the weekend goes well.  Really unhappy about some family business, but I don't feel like getting into it at the moment.


Aug. 18th, 2017 12:12 pm
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I remember only a fragment of a dream last night.  I was at work, and nothing was going right.  My monitors kept falling over, my keyboard and mouse were sliding all over, the phone wasn't right.  Everything that could be was tangled together.  It was just a mess.

Aside from that, I don't really have much right now.
Things I know, spiraling about.  The past and the future, and I don't know that I understand linear time anymore.
The relief that it's the weekend (society, work) versus the tension that it's the weekend (will she behave, will we break up?) is making me very tired.  I'm going after work to buy some snacks, and then stopping up to pick up a really good pizza.  The Defenders premiers on Netflix today, so I am going to surprise her, and try to marathon it.  That's the best that I have in me right now, and if it ends up not going smoothly, due to her rage issues, or if she decides to start picking everything apart and starting shit externally, because she hates herself internally, then I am fucking done.  

I am still on zero tolerance mode.  However, I am not using that as an excuse to be mean or ugly, or to avoid.  Truth be told, I don't have any anger about it.  Just weariness.  I am looking forward to making a small surprise of it, and trying to have a nice time, but at the same time, I am so emotionally / concern fatigued, and mentally exhausted, that if it goes badly, whatever.  I move on.  I have gone above and beyond in this 'relationship'.  I have given until I am empty.  I have had the patience of a mountain range.  That's who I am.  If I am this worn down, you'd better believe that there are an overwhelming number of good reasons.

I guess my only real reason for talking about it here, is to help organize my thoughts and my insides, and to state it to myself plainly, so that I may hold myself accountable.  The only fiddly part, is going to be sure that I measure accurately.

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I dreamed last night that we were traveling across the country, through crazy, collapsing terrain, driving a weird homemade offroad vehicle, and we had a pet bear.  everything was like a mudslide or an avalanche or a sinkhole or pit or cliff or something, and we had to make the bear run outside of the car because the combined weight was too much, and we had to try to plan and organize all this mess at once.  It was hectic and nerve wracking.  The navigation around, over and through all the terrain was fraught with peril and things kept crumbling away.  The bear was like a happy, dumb puppy, the size of a van.  It was somehow like trying to play 2 video games at once.

Things still, surprisingly, going smoothly.  Interesting how that seems to be the case when I am on zero tolerance / 'give me 1 more excuse' mode.  At this point, it is likely that I am reading too much into it, and some degree of paranoid though.  Who fucking knows.

I miss my pet bear.  The dumb goof.

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Vague dreams that I was trying to work from home, but every time I took a call, someone had a hissy fit and I had to spend hours trying to repair my life.

Not much more than that, however.

Feeling deflated at the moment.  The world is terrible and people need to be vigorously washed with gritty soap until they are finished being stupid and hateful and evil.   

I just want to go live in the forest, in a magical land and create my own things.


Aug. 14th, 2017 07:01 am
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It's funny...  Every time I get to the point where I am like "OK, last straw, just one more round of ridiculousness, and I am washing my hands of it", it seems like things just suddenly start to go smoothly.  It's really strange.  I wonder if I just get some sort of Serious Aura or something that magically cuts through bullshit.  If so, and it's not just some odd coincidence, that leads me to believe that "when it matters", that the bullshit can be controlled.  And if that's the case, why doesn't it "matter" all the time?

It's hard for me to tell if I am overthinking things a lot of the time.  But it's thin ice for a while, because the meter got to be well into the red last week.  I guess we will see how it shapes up.

I remember some fragments of a dream last night... Something about people from another world, but like the same people as this world... Like the same person, just from a different timeline / reality, so when they came over to this world, they were like twins, sort of.  The people from the other place had some sort of electric resonance or something.  I would like to be able to remember more.

No other news... The world is still sickening, I still don't have any money.


Aug. 11th, 2017 07:07 am
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Last night I dreamed that I was in that restaurant that I occasionally dream about, only it was a little different this time.  I saw someone that I knew, across the room.  She did not look well. Collapsed. head on table, all alone.  I walked over to see what was going on.  She said she was sick.  I went to get her some water.  I had a cup, and walked across the room to some soda fountains.  As I was over there, I saw a commotion in the foyer.  Taking a look, I saw that Ben was over there, fighting with some kids.  Like 3 vicious little kids, and they were attacking him, trying to kill him.  He is a pretty decent sized dude, so he was just sort of holding them down until they give up or whatever.   I dunno what else you really could do in that situation.  One of the kids had super thick glasses, so I reached down and took them off og him, and put them in a nearby drawer, so they wouldn't get broken.

I took the water back to my friend, then left.  Later, I was in a hotel room with a couple of people, and suddenly those 3 kids crashed in, and they had a gun.  They were accusing me of stealing the one kid's glasses.  They held us at gunpoint and searched the room.  Of course we didn't have them, and I told them where they were, but hey, 8 year old bullies with a gun, that was going well.  One of them fired a round through the ceiling, and I told him this was a hotel and there are people sleeping up above us, and he probably shot someone.  He fired a few more to prove he was tough.  After a while, we could hear the cops coming, and I woke up during a struggle
, so I don't know how it turned out.


Yesterday / last night was just totally fucking awful.  I can't understand it, because it seems like a lot of contradiction, but for my own sanity, I am going to try.

It seems like a strange combination of helplessness, and willfulness.  Like she just hadn't been doing this shit she was supposed to start doing a month or longer ago.  I noticed back on 7/25, that she hadn't started, and thought "ok, well that's odd." so I shared some likns online that should help get it all started.  She seemingly did nothing, and even told me that she didn't have time to deal with it at that moment.  Ok, fine, whatever, so last Friday, we had a conversation about it where she was STILL needing to get started, admitted to having thus far done absolutely nothing, and also expressed massive irritation that people kept mentioning that it needed to be done (side note, this shit is really typical.  She will just not fucking do something that needs to be done at a certain time / deadline, and then if / when someone else does it, or bitches about it never getting done, she will get massively pissed and turn into a pity party mess about how that person hates her, and act as though she has been supremely wronged, even if they just quietly did the thing that needs doing).

So, I said 'do it Monday, I sent the links, pull them back up and go ahead and do it.  I will even loan you the money to take care of it, if you need some."   Of course Monday comes and goes.  As does Tuesday, and Wednesday.  Every day, she takes at least an hour of time, and a lot of energy, being furious that people are "dogging her" about it.  I hadn't said a lot other than offering links and money, because I have obviously seen this shit play out on the regular.

So Wednesday passes, still more of this same shit.  So I finally after listening to endless complaining, while STILL not doing anything, I dig the links out, plus a few more, on Thursday afternoon, and supply them again.  With detailed instruction.  "Call these places, write down the answers to questions, and the prices.  After you get the info, pick the one that works for you, and go with that."  So, she calls the first one, doesn't ask price, and books an appointment.  I reply with "ok, that's not helpful.  The reason you are struggling, is because you said the original price was too steep, and now you are just going with the first people you contact, price unseen? how do you know if it's cheaper and meets the needs?"  So the response, is that clearly _I_ am being unreasonable, "dogging her" also (which makes me question the validity of  the claims about other people "dogging her", since obviously it was complete nonsense in my case), and not helping.  

She then starts to claim that 1. the reason she has never taken action on it is because she has absolutely no idea HOW to proceed, or how anything works, or how to place calls and organize information, and 2. that she has already made some of these calls back when I shared the links the first time (never mind the fact that she bluntly stated, less than a week prior, that she had done nothing.  When called on that, she switched to saying that 'the reason she said that she had done nothing, and not contacted anyone, was because she didn't book anything and solve the issue, therefore, it was the same as not having done anything.  Obviously retconning it, and just being shady as shit, trying to revise her big load of doing nothing, into making it seem like she had been struggling along, when obviously it's not true).

So, since she 'had no idea what to do' and 'is very confused, and no one will help her understand' (even though she never asked questions, attempted to clarify or made any effort to learn) I explained again, the simple adult task of writing out what you needed to know.  Calling places 1 at a time, gathering info, which you write down, and then comparing the info and choosing a place to do business with.  I wasn't rude, I just went over it again.  So then she's pissed off because of that.  She's blatantly helpless over an issue, but takes offense to someone trying to help her or educate / instruct her (this happens all the fucking time with different issues as well).

Before this, she had already undermined several other attempts to both help her, and even for someone to do parts of it FOR her, because she just gets mad about everything and hates herself and can't stop being destructive. 

All this sparks a few hours of her telling ME that my thoughts and opinions are, and not listening to a word that I have to say about how I really feel, if it in any way contrasts with her negative, self loathing fantasy.  This commonplace activity comes (as always) complete with not only words, but entire narratives put in my mouth, which she will cling to in spite of anything I have to say, or any evidence to the contrary.

I could keep writing about this bullshit forever, but I am just too annoyed and tired and apparently stupid. 
It's getting really fucking old, and my patience is just fucking gone.

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Last night, I dreamed that I was living in the old house in the swamp.  I was looking out of my bedroom window, down the short hill, leading to the water.  As the case often is in my dreams, it was a very wet season.  The standing water was deep enough to be flowing.  It normally flowed and sort of curved to go deeper into the forest, but for some reason, my dad had gone out there, and dug a trench that let the water come up into the back yard.  In so doing, he had sort of dug away part of our small hill which was the only thing that kept us out of the swamp.  As I watched the water grow a little higher, it filled up the ditch, and then moved between the house and the tree.  It eroded the hill, and the tree's roots gave away from the soil and the whole hill collapsed.  The house went sliding to the left, and slid for quite a ways before settling in a muddy bank.  

The next part (not sure if it was later in the same dream, or another one entirely), I was standing on the front porch of the same house, with several people sitting around.  I heard a vehicle driving through the woods, and across the pasture coming from the left.  As it came into view, it was a sort of dually truck, maybe built into an armored car / delivery can sort of thing, but outfitted into an ice cream truck.  It had a bright paint job, stickers advertising the products all over, playing annoying tunes, the whole thing.  Just driving across our property, a mile from any road, like it belonged there.  We all scrambled to get our money together, and ran out to flag it down.  It picked up speed, and swung left, away from the house.  A brief chase was given, and then someone said "It won't stop for anything, ever.  Not until the end of the world."
 I think I woke up around then.

So, Saturday night got pretty ridiculous.  Part of Sunday as well, but it seemed to line out some by the evening..  I guess we will see how the rest of the week goes, but I do not intend to put up with an entire week of it, fucking for sure.  Whatever happens, I will sit on my hurt, disgust, rage or whatever I end up being served, until Monday the 14th.  At that time, I will have a meeting with myself, and decide what I am going to do.  So far, I am still being patient, and have not swung over to any form of finality yet, but it's anyone's guess what the rest of the week will end up being shaped like.

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 Last night I dreamed that I worked / volunteered at some sort of nursing home.  I had co-workers and there was a whole handful of us, 5 or 6 or more.  Near the end of a shift one day, there was a hubbub because some old fart decided that someone had stolen 20 cents from his table.  He started having a toddler meltdown, and after a big ordeal, we all either got fired or quit, I am unsure.  As we were leaving, I asked one of my worker friends what she was going to do now, and she was like "Fuck it, I am going fishing!"  So that sounded like a good idea, and I was going to just go fishing with her.

The next thing I remember, I was driving down the road, near the old property area, and a friend (someone different from the fishing co-worker) was driving another vehicle.  We both broke down at the same time, and were trying to figure out what to do about it.  We went into a couple of junk shops, and there were all kinds of people around.  A lot of (now forgotten) details.  We eventually decided to try to walk to a gas station several miles away, that was haunted by some dead family member of hers, who always left a light on for her, and let her inside, by ghosting the door open.

The next next thing I remember was a big ruined hotel place that had a ton of people living in it, in a sort of post apocalyptic style.  There was a big scene, almost like a hearing, where my friend was being put on some sort of trial or something for having brought some sort of shame on her much older husband.  This dude was like in his 80s.  Probably old enough to be her grandfather.  As they were deciding to like exile her or something, she was standing out on a balcony sort of thing, and I ended up being hustled into a fast moving car, headed away from the hotel place.  I was in a back area where the seats had been removed, and several of us were just in there.  I remembered that I had to go back to the hotel to make sure my friend didn't kill herself or anything, so I opened the hatch at the back of the car, while we were going like 65 mph.  Everyone told me to stop, but I told them to shut up because i knew what I was doing.  I jumped out, and spread my long arms and fingers, and they were like bat wings, with e membrane between them.  I flap-flapped back towards the way we came from, but then I saw my friend kind of wandering through town, so I swooped down and landed in the road.  I couldn't make my arms undo the flap-flap thing, so I just sort of curled my fingers and walked on feet and knuckles.  I was trying to find out what was going on, but then
(I guess?) I woke up.

Been working and getting stuff done, slowly but surely.  

... :/

Aug. 3rd, 2017 07:21 am
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Last night, I dreamed that I had a job where I was in charge of a forest.  But mostly, I just slept at a desk in a hallway and didn't do my job.  The next dream (or a part of that one, no idea), I was dreaming that I was talking about a memory where my GF cancelled a vacation / trip, because I had to pick Greg Graffin up at the airport, in the back of a u-haul truck, and find a place for him to stay.  After that, I dreamed that I was at a festival where someone was paying me 1,000 dollars to get a corporate logo, and the words "How we stand" tattooed on my head, along with some wacky hairstyle.  After that, I dreamed that my whole family was back on the property, and my sister was a little kid, but she was driving a car through deep sand, to get to the mailbox, but somehow we ended up on the second story of a shed.

No fucking clue. 

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Last night, I dreamed that I was on some kind of soldier team, and we were in place for defense against alien invasions.  It started all lazy and laid back, we were just hanging out and chatting, playing games.  Some feral human girl showed up, and shortly after some alien scouts came.  We went into lock-down, and then there was a ton of fighting and confusion.  I kept running out of ammo, then getting more.  It was really detailed with many kinds of aliens and machines and lots of details on me team members and stuff, but it's faded now.

Today, my side quest has been researching how exhaust systems work.  After a conversation with Eric, I realized that I can alter the exhaust on the car relatively cheaply.  Now I am researching how far I can push that envelope and still have everything work.  When I get home, I am going to take some measurements and do some idea generating.  I have some rough ideas, but it's hard to really plan much without measurements.

Might have to go and help my brother move a little later today as well.  I should have time for both though.

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Last night I dreamed that I was in some foreign country, it seemed like Germany or Austria or something.  I had been there a little while, but I didn't know anyone, and no one spoke much english, so I kept to myself usually.  I met a nice Asian couple who spoke english, so we became friends.  They owned some local business, but I was never clear on what exactly it was.  Maybe a real estate office or something.  

It became clear after a little while that they were up to something.  The wife was sketchy as fuck and was trying to get me involved in some crime ring, and the husband was obviously terrified of her.  It came to light that she was some sort of violently insane criminal.  I was trying to extract myself from them as smoothly as possible without getting into any issues.  I felt bad for the guy though, and tried to encourage him to get away.  There was a lot of detail and action,
but it all faded the moment I woke.

I don't know if I have mentioned it before, but our postal delivery guy is an outrageous turd.  He was always kinda lazy, and mis-delivered simple things between our box and the neighbor's boxes.  Then one day, a good while back, my brother had a package coming to my address.  It was a very expensive item, from over-seas, that needed to be signed for.  So Postal Turd took it to some random house that totally had nothing to do with us, and left it with someone who willingly took possession of it, then marked it 'delivered'.  Needless to day, my brother was watching the tracking like a hawk on something that expensive, and he asked if it showed up.  We had been home all day, and nothing came.  We even checked the mailbox, and nothing.  He called the post office and asked them WTF was going on.  They sent the guy back out to get it, and bring it to the right place.  Which is seriously fishy if you asked me.  If he legit made a mistake, how the hell did he know which wrong address he left it at?  But somehow, he went straight there, got it back, and had it to our house in fairly short order.  Hmmm.  

Since then, any delivery we have had that has either been registered / needed signature, or has looked important or expensive... EVERY one of them has been mis-delivered one way or another.  Tax forms?  Yep those went to the Mormon neighbors, who just sat on them for over a month before walking 2 houses over to bring them (or just putting them back in the box).  Anything needing a signature? Marked as 'signed for' and notated 'left with an individual at address', while ACTUALLY just stuffed in a lockbox.  it has gotten WAY worse since we had to call over that issue.  So obviously it's on purpose, and what recourse do you have?  Complain again and make it even worse?  I seriously don't know, but it's VERY annoying.

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