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2004-06-20 - 8:51 p.m. perchance to dream? Start at the beginning. One of the times I woke today (not sleeping all that well lately, even on weekends - in spite of, or because of my newly rediscovered talant for closing down my favorite bar one-if-not-two nights a weekend), I woke from a dream. A vivid dream, in spite of the relative "normal" nature of the event(s) within it. I'm not going to go into detail. It's not important that I go over what I remember - I'm not going to forget anything that wasn't lost in the moments between my waking and my desperately trying to go back to sleep, needing more of the false comfort within the dream. What made it odd... I rarely dream about people I know. When it is, it is rarer still for the dream to be populated by people important to me - and in those cases, it is almost always a surreal dream. Car chases, Lord of the Flies type islands, murder mysetries or spies at British weddings. No surreal dream, this. A dream so perfectly normal, that it was even harder to wake from. I suppose I've been more-or-less shaken by it all day. Perhaps because of the normalness. Perhaps because I worry it's going to set a precident. And yet, once I'd woken surely enough to realize it had been a dream, I wanted nothing more than to pick up where it left off. I didn't need to see how it turned out, where it had left off was more than enough for me. But I needed to be back in it. Take comfort where I could, I guess. Not surprisingly, though I did get back to sleep, I did not dream any more today. Anyway, today was Father's Day. Can't say the occation wasn't marked. We went up to Grandma's to say Happy Day to Rich. On the way, we stopped by to leave a rose on Grandpa Rice's grave. Still kind of hits me - softly, now, but hits - whenever I see that stark stone. He'd be so amused to be buried under a military marker. He'd probably have a joke of asing why it doesn't have the Screamin' Eagles logo on it. We brought dad back dinner. Said Happy Father's Day to 'im. That's pretty much it. I really do have to be up early tomorrow. Since we have the State Lady going to be riding along with us this week, it's important to me that the car get a proper washing, and the inside be picked up as well as I can again. I'll no doubt go over it again Monday night, as she'll be with us Tuesday afternoon. And training Andy this week. And it's two weeks until the next poet's night at Amici. And my sleeping's getting less predictable. I'm getting downright snarky. And I don't even know if I should put it down just to mood, or to stress, or to diminishing returns from sleep. Been tired even after 11 or 12 hour stints in the sack. Of course, those come after I've been out to the Wharf on a Friday or Saturday night. Even when I'm not drinking at all, being out to the Wharf to the close is exhausting. Chalk it up to the fact that the place requires attention. Or to the fact that I think I'm fronting when I'm there - not sure about that, but it's possible. Oh, and as nifty as making new bar friends is? Why does it always seem to happen when I'm trying to brood? *half-chuckle* Is there something oddly appealing about my brooding face? Or so utterly pathetic that nice chaps take it upon themselves to try and cheer me out of it? In any case, I seem to have well-and-truly made a bar-buddy out of David. Time will tell if his gf and his buddy Jason like me as well. But in any case, it's nice to have a near-gaurentee of finding a place to park myself when I get in on a particularly crowded night. I've run out of things to say that could possibly matter to anyone other than me, so I'd say that means time to shut up. Oh, one other thing - on Dad's laptop again. Mom's box is now virus free, but some setting got fubar-d, and now it won't establish a working connection with our ISP. And since the internet is shared from Mom's box to mine... yeah, plugging Dad's laptop in is the only real choice to be had. *grumbles* There's not much June left, right?
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