Current location:	Wellington CBD
Current mood:	groggy
Entry tags:	dreamwatch

Storm Dreams
Last night the wind it winded and the rain it rainded. I suspect that might have something to do with my disturbed sleep, but maybe not everything. I dreamed...

I was clearing out my house in preparation for a move. It wasn't my current one, because it's physicality was different, larger and more open. Surprisingly, I had people helping me from all areas of my interaction with people.

At one point the lights went off as I was sorting some books in a room that needed light. I went wandering the house asking people if they knew what was happening, and they informed me that a Sri Lankan Moslem work colleague needed the power turned off because he was drilling things out of walls

I was annoyed, for a start anything that needed to be drilled out was a fixture and we should be leaving it not removing it. I was annoyed he'd taken this upon himself, without checking with me, especially as his turning off the power had basically stopped everyone else from working.

I started running round, searching the house for him, following the sound of his electric drill. I suppose it must have been battery powered or something. I was almost to him when WHAM!

I was knocked or dragged straight out of the dream. It felt like the force knocking me out of the dream had thrown me over from lying on my side, almost face down, to lying on my back. Like I'd been snapped back into my body so hard that it bounced. My chest and face ached as if I'd run into a brick wall.

After a period of lying there I got up, went to the toilet, and got a drink to deal with my horribly dry throat, and realized that I was going through a process of shivers around my body, which I recognized as what happens when you're in shock or coming down from a sudden adrenalin hit. I laid back down in bed and let the waves of shivering run over me, sipping the bug juice and lemonade, and realizing that some of the tingles were pins and needles from blood entering parts of my body that were bloodless, though I had walked around and got a drink without realizing they were.

There are many potential causes for what I experienced, but the physical effects make me think that either I had suffocated myself or similarly suffered a significant period of sleep apnoea, such that I was in danger of actually dying, or I'd had a minor heart attack. Alternatively a really strong gust had hit the house in such a manner that input from the real world had pulled me out of the dream in full flight-or-fight response mode.

Somehow, despite the wind shaking the building and the sound of the water falling and flowing over the roof and edges thereof, I fell asleep again.

The cleaning out bit of the dream is unsurprising I had been doing some of that earlier in the night, opening and moving stuff that hadn't been touched in years, piles of paper containing role-playing characters that had been sitting on top of books in shelves since they had last been used some two years ago (the sheets from mr_orgue's run of Crammond Island two years ago, and characters sheets from games I used to play in that room well over three years ago, books and stuff that are Ele's, old Dilbert calendars from the 1990's, duplicate copies of Strategy & Tactics and The Wargamer I need to dispose of. A couple of SPI folio games I picked up cheap and had slotted into the book case months ago thinking I would put them a way properly when I had the chance. A folder of printed role-playing reference material I printed in the early nineties and haven't used since. Folders full of Babylon 5 and LoTR CCG cards. Things that need to be cleared out. It is very hard to get rid of stuff.

Especially when with a little patience I can make the original cost of most of it go away. For instance, a couple of months ago I purchased the latest WH40K Eldar codex, some Swooping Hawks and a couple of other figures including a recent edition warlock with singing spear, and a handful of White Dwarf magazines for just over $60 including postage. After selling most of the White Dwarfs (all of which i already had) on Trade Me, I have now recovered all but $18 of that expenditure. $18 for the other stuff is a damn good deal. I must have been a trader in my previous lives, I just can't stay away from "the deal". Sigh.

The storm is exhilarating. I love the wind blowing my hair around and rushing past my face. I go straight past the huddling crowd at the intersection trying to hide in the lee of the building and revel in the blast of rain and wind. Maybe it's the additional ozone, but it makes me feel alive. Certainly not a day for light, short, skirts though, unless perhaps the wearer also enjoys the rush of air around their thighs!

Orlanthi I shall be, and those without reference may wonder at the poesy! Or perhaps the Storm Bull? I smile at the thought and feel fey, like the bull before battle. I meet answering smiles from those who know the feeling. Today is a good day to live, and if one must die it might as well be on the wind. The building shakes to The Bull's roar, to Orlanth's song. Flight is surely possible on such days. I see the glass building ripple, as when Trinity swings from the helicopter. Anything is possible. Everything fluxes and flexes and flows. This, from a butterfly's wing?