The World of Lucky

I had a strange dream this morning, woke up from it at 4:30am. I dreamed that it was the first day of class and the teacher handed us a test. It was hard to read the test, for some reason I didn't understand the questions, or even what subject it was for. After an hour of dinking around with it I thought I had finished it. Just as I turned it in, I realized that it wasn't the actual test, it was the test booklet and I needed to fill out the scan tron (but there were no multiple choice or anything). The class was letting out and I had to refill it out hurriedly still not able to read the questions. To top it off when I did it on the scan tron, the lights in the room were shut off and I had to use a tiny flashlight that didn't work well.

It was a strange dream. Still not sure why I dreamt that, but it kind of sucked.

Other than that, life is going fairly well. I have finished an outstanding audit that should have been done by beginning of last September (they finally got their info to me) and I am close to being done with the audit after that, that should have been done in October. Of course I had to pull off Skykomish due to problems there, and I probably wont get to finish that until July or August (or later). I have 7 more workdays at the City of Snohomish, then its time to start the 3 month County audit.

Today I am going up to my parents. We are going to pay for and register for a time for my dad to take his driving test. Don't get me wrong, he has been driving steadily, but hasn't had a valid license for over 20 years due to warrants (a side effect of me growing up with bikers, warrants were fairly common). He is completely legal now and has to take the test to get it back. He will drive my car around (our car is the only completely legal car in the family, everyone else has car problems or no insurance so they are unable to pass the State Trooper's inspection).

Once we have a date settled, I will go back later this week for him to get a little more familiar with the car and to take the test. When he passes, we are going to give him our truck and if need be I will help him get insurance. Unfortunately their health is not good enough to allow them to ride buses. My dad's back is so messed up, as is his breathing, that he can't walk the three blocks to get to the bus stop, let alone ride one.

When I get home today I will finish up my notes for the game tomorrow. Perhaps ethicalcannibal will feel like running the solo game for me as well. If not, no worries I will just hang out with her. That is my favorite thing to do is just be around her.

Last night/this morning was a bit surreal. I feel very disorientated and dissassociated. I am sure its because this weekend was so packed. I even tried to stay home yesterday and not do anything, but even with that I don't feel like I had enough time off.

I went to bed at 10pm, it was an attempt to sleep until 6am and get a full 8 hours of sleep. However, I found myself awake at 3:30am and finally got up at 4:15am. So all it did was make me wake up too early. Now I am a bit tired and worn out.  Although last night I had a vivid dream, that I was in medical school (a few years from now, I think I was 43 in the dream). I have a feeling its because me and ethicalcannibal were reading an article about new medical schools opening. Its funny, if I ever did do something like that, I would go to be in general medicine and go work in either a very rural area, or a very low income area. Either way it wouldn't be a way to get rich, but then again that shouldn't be a reason a person becomes a doctor.

Tonight we are working out at a gym, for the first time since LA Fitness in December 2008(I wonder if I woke up so early because of this as well). We are going into Bally and we have an appointment with a personal trainer (we get a free appointment just for signing up). While I realize they will use this opportunity to sell me on it, we don't have the money for it so I don't have to worry about succumbing to it. However, I think it will be a good way for me and ethicalcannibal to get back into the swing of it. I am going to start out twice a week (probably Tuesdays and Fridays) but it would be great if I branched it out more. I figure even if we have Dying Light on a Friday, I can work out before we head out.

We got our tax return, even though its very small, its better than when we thought we owed a $1,000. It will go on our credit cards, slowly we are getting out of debt, eventually it will just be our ungodly loans (we haven't even really started on those, they have been mostly in forebearance so we can pay ethicalcannibal medical bills).

Well, off to work I go.

I woke up feeling disorientated. I get to go audit the low-income apartment complex I spent most of my childhood in, that is surreal as well. That is because the organization that helps run it received federal grant money to help run it.

In addition I had a strange dream that I was helping Dog the bounty hunter try and find out what was killing people (was some sort of horror dream, but I don't remember now exactly what happened).

Maybe I shouldn't watch multiple episodes of Dog the Bounty Hunter at a time (DONT JUDGE ME!!!).

I had some strange dreams last night yet again. Unfortunately most of them have already left me, but I do remember one.

Me and imake1tgirl were on some sort of modern airship. We had discovered these jetpack like motorcycle things and I was driving her around in one. They really didn't have any seatbelts and were very tiny so you always felt you like you were going to fall off when flying around. Eventually we landed the one we were on and got into a bigger air vehicle (more like a car).

imake1tgirl was driving it and had clipped someone else's car. The dream sort of morphed and I was sitting at a house with this young blonde girl telling me that imake1tgirl had hit her car. I listened to how the blonde supposedly had become a lawyer at age 21, and blah blah blah. I told her we had insurance and that it would be taken care of.

This is about when I noticed I hadn't seen imake1tgirl for awhile. I began looking for her when this small poodle like dog followed me. Somehow the poodle dog was associated with the blonde, but now that I am awake I couldn't tell you how. We wandered up to an old house and I was getting worried. I hadn't seen my wife for awhile and something about the old house bothered me a lot. I pulled down some shrubs that were growing in front of the main door. I slipped in along with the dog.

There was a rotting door in the living room of this house. I could see the top right corner of the door had decayed away and I could make out a set of stairs going up. Somehow the little dog had gotten on the other side of the door and I was now worried about the dog. That cold hand of stark terror had settled in me. The dog wouldn't listen, and I still couldn't find imake1tgirl. Eventually I tried to scare the dog to come back by making groaning/moaning scary noises. It seemed to work, the dog was coming back down the stairs.

This is when imake1tgirl IN REAL LIFE elbowed me, waking me up all the way to tell me I was moaning in my sleep.

I just wish I could remember the earlier dream (or maybe I don't, I do believe it was a "worse" dream).

Monday:
Went to work, came home and then drove out to Kanaskat-Palmer campsite with imake1tgirl and finnegwyn  to look over possible camp sites next year. We liked the site, and contrary to what the reservation rep told us, both adirondacks are still there. It will make a good site next summer (unfortunately can't afford Miller in summer, and Lewis and Clark may be too small by then).

We got home, hung out and went to bed.

Tuesday:
Went to work again, came home and did some calling around. Talked to the Department of Revenue about taxes for Dying Light, then talked to the Secretary of State's office about setting up an LLC. I can't tell you how much it relieved me to get this set up. In fact it is unlikely we will have to pay any state business tax (because the revenue is so small and the credits out there to help small businesses). Of course if we make a profit (wont happen for a couple of years if at all) we will pay Fed taxes, but at least statewise we look pretty good.


A side note, I cannot tell you how much it disgusts me that other Larps use the Boy Scouts and don't declare taxes. They lie to the Boy Scouts about what they are. No matter what they say, they are not Boy Scouts, they don't espouse the ideals of Boy Scouts, nor do they go by the rules. In addition since most Larpers are not heterosexual Christians, they would be kicked out of the normal Boy Scouts to begin with - hmm... I think I feel a rant coming on that I may write up, but I will let it pass.

I then ran a game for imake1tgirland that went well. We relaxed and went to bed, this is when it went awry. I woke up at 3:00am with insomnia and dreams. The dream wasn't bad, I dreamt my parents were investigating a serial killer that struck about 20 years ago. My parents kept asking me how many pills they need to take with them while they investigated, ya it was strange.

I also had pain running through my back. The wife believes it is because the brace  I am wearing is making my body align like its supposed to, so all of the muscles are hurting. I am going to try and get a script for back massages. So I am taking the day off from work today. I will watch some tv, play some Lost Oddessey, and maybe work on DL or BT. Oh, and I have an MRI scheduled for 19:45 tonight.

 

I had a bunch of dreams last night. All were broken up into tiny fragments. The only fragment I really remember is the first dream I woke up at midnight from. My wife imake1tgirl and I were outside on a suburban street. It was night out and there was a home right up close to the sidewalk (about 10 feet above, one of those homes that you have to walk up steep stairs to get to). Beside the house was what seemed to be a van parked. The van seemed normal size, but there were several people laying in there. 

It looked like their throats were slit, but when I got a closer look, they had stoma's (colostomies) coming out of their throats. My wife turned around and said she had to finish working. I realized she had long hair, down past her shoulders a bit. She sighed and was working on one of the people. She grabbed the stoma and pulled it tight and tied it into a knot. The strange thing is when she pulled it it seemed to make the person not able to breathe (but I think they were breathing fine after she finished the knot). She then moved onto the next person and untiled their stoma that was in a knot. A spray of shit (and I do mean literally shit) shot out everywhere, hitting the house up on the hill, spraying all over imake1tgirl, and an several feet all around. She then pulled it and tied it tight and went to move on to the next  person. That is when I woke up, and it really bothered me.