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Perhaps the dreams pale in comparison to life?
Non-complaint: So far, the falling sky only did so on Friday and somewhat on Saturday. About 8 inches total here before it pretty much stopped. But snow is still predicted through Friday. Still heavy heavy snow (3 or 4+ feet) falling on the west end of the county at the lake shore, but here on the east end of the county, beyond the ridge of hills, it's just cold. Streets are all plowed, business is pretty much back to normal.
I've been watching several YouTube streamers drive through the storm broadcasting live, while I'm sitting back in my recliner, snuggled under my granny blanket, sipping cocoa. They're all driving the same area along US Route 20 from Cleveland to Buffalo, along the southeast end of Lake Erie, I can switch from one to another and check on the conditions all along the way. Wheee..., entertainment for lazy voyeurs.
On Dreams: Yeah, similarly, I rarely have dreams worth remembering. But I know I do dream, but more about alternate situations grasped fleetingly as I wake, rather than fears. Although sometimes while fully awake I'll believe that I had done something or met someone, that could not have happened. Must've been in my dreams.
That is what happened to me this morning. There was a man I think quite highly of, named Larry. Apparently I had told him earlier that I really need paint. And he approached me and told me he had a present for me. I told him "you shouldn't have" as I looked at the plainly wrapped package and saw the "Sherwin-Williams" label. I opened it and it was indeed every type of paint I needed. Then I awakened and remembered Larry had passed on some years ago.
Well, good morning though.
Oops, spoke too soon. It's snowing heavily here again. Already another two inches.
I pitty the postman who has to deliver a big Amazon package to me this morning. But Wheee..., a package!
Gotta go sweep off the porch, again.
English isn't my first language.
It's a bit obvious sometimes.
While we're still on the topic of dreams, you know how in media (at least I've never heard it in real life) people say "they dream in colour" to describe someone who's unusually creative and artistic. Apparently that's uncommon? I've asked a lot of people if they actually dream in black and white, if the subject has come up, and no one yet has said they do. Maybe it was an actual thing some decades ago, during the era of monochrome film. People saw things in black and white every day, so it entered their subconsiousness?
Another thing I often wonder about is if anyone else experience a very concistent dream world. Do you ever dream about a fictional location, like a shop that doesn't exist in your real, awake life, but you know you've visited it more than once in dreams? I often dream about going into a shop that's on the second floor of a mini-mall, down a short corridor and just around a corner. There was a shop like it in that mall-situation, which closed years ago, but it was in the opposite end of the building. I don't remember the exact layout of the second floor, before it became mostly health care offices, but the building isn't L-shaped, and the shop was not around a corner. That's not the only place I keep dreaming about that's in the wrong location, but always in the same wrong location. (For example: If the library is next to a gas station, it's always next to a gas station, even though in real life they're far apart.)
I checked walmart for an order I thought I placed. I couldn't find it in my order history. I finally found it in my cart. I haven't checked out yet.
I also forgot to put my blender in the dishwasher before starting it.
For several years, perhaps decades, I had a recurring dream of living in a city apartment, and was quite familiar with the local streets, and also the major traffic arteries in the greater city. My dreams usually had me trying to get somewhere, but I was always on the wrong side of the hill, and no matter which streets I took, I ended up not getting to the crest of the hill. Or if driving I'd go by several major intersections but get no closer to my destination. And near the apartment itself, the stairways would be collapsed so I couldn't get in, or I'd be on the wrong floor of the apartment (similar layout to a typical 3-story Washington, DC brick victorian era building) and unable to find my door.
The layout of the streets, arteries, and building were the same everytime I had the dream. I could almost draw you a map of it today, but it did not resemble any city I'd ever lived in.
Isn't it better to clean a blender by hand, anyway? There may be stuff under the knives that the water won't get at, or that needs the firm handling of a dish brush. Especially if you've been blending fruits.
Wow, that's really interesting.
I wouldn't be able to draw or depict too much of what my area looks like in dreams. It's too fragmented. I seem to teleport from one place to the next.
It annoys me that there's (currently?) no way to record dreams, because there's a lot of stuff I want to see with my real eyes. Mostly I want to study the creepy cemeteries I keep visiting, and see what exactly they look like. All I remember when I wake up is that they disturb me because the graves themselves have deteriorated over time, and the dead are just below the surface in many places. The soil erodes away over them, while they stay horrifically semi-intact. Although I can't actually see the buried people, everything else - the head stones, paths, retaining walls and stairs - has this macabre, corrupted appearance. I've seen pics and videos from real dilapidated cemeteries around the world, in several different modes of decay, and none I've seen looked anything similar. For the record, I've worked in our local cemeteries in the past, as a gardening assistant. The two I dream about the most are not even remotely spooky to me.
Weather Report: Still snowing. Yet another inch or so. Amazon package still not delivered. Gotta go sweep the porch again.
I sometimes do both.
No persistent dream locations, but I've had recurring items for years, like a radio that was an elongated version of the radio I had at home growing up - it was weird, and oddly menacing.
I do dream in colour, but - and this is apparently very common - I can't really read when I'm dreaming. It seems that one of the parts of the brain that's responsible for language switches off during sleep.
Doesn't putting the Blender in the dishwasher make it harder to start?... How do you reach the buttons if the door is closed or there are other dishes in the way? I suppose if you climb inside and start it, but that sounds awfully cramped and I don't see any net benefits to starting a blender that way. Also it seems like it would be really noisy in there with the blender running... I'm not being critical and everyone has their own workflow methods, but I'd turn the blender on first then throw it in the dishwasher if the cord was long enough.
I can't read either in my dreams. Also my technology never works. Or I can't find my iPhone but I can find my old stupid phones I don't have anymore.
Same! I can sorta read, but the text keeps changing. Trying to use a phone is just hopeless, because the wrong numbers appear in the display. And if I do somehow manage to dial, I can't hear the person I'm talking to.
I have stupid dreams...
Occasionally I'll have elaborate episodic dreams which are part of a long playing story arc that can take months or in the cases of some storylines, years to play out... but when they do pick up again, it's generally where I left off... a lot (most) of them are puzzle-like (like the Myst games) and can take place across different timelines and realities...
One that finally got the funding for some new episodes just randomly occurred one night a couple of months ago, with me having to go back to an elevator in a basement of collapsed building I last visited in the dream three years ago... after finding my way back there, everything was where it was last, except when I got the elevator door open, the interior of the elevator was brand new and the door on the opposite side was ajar and opened into what appeared to be a busy department store in the 1950s... by that point in the dream I realized it was morning already in real life and I decided it was too much trouble to start a new level so close to waking up, so I declined entering the elevator and proceeding into the 1950s (often in puzzle dreams you have to be careful about one way portals... if you enter one that connects to a different timeline or reality, you can't go back the same way... it gets complicated and requires figuring out how to get back to that previous point)... so instead I wrote a note to myself (with my dream Sharpie) on the door of elevator in the current reality/level in case it takes a long time until my brain can get funding for the next episode... it's been several months, so I hope nobody removes the note...
Which in this case is a problem because I didn't remember to consciously leave the dream, instead I started looking around the area outside the elevator and just woke up... that sometimes leads to time passing in the dream the same as in the real world... so when I next have the dream, a year may have passed both in-dream as well as in the real world... now instead of picking up exactly where I left off I might be somewhere far away, doing something else and have to find my way back to a location that may not be the same anymore.
That particular dream isn't very epic so far and I'm not pleased with the writing staff... maybe it'll get more interesting as it develops.
One thing about those dreams is you tend not to feel very well rested in the morning.
Nah, that's just modern TV program design policy.
Complaint: Snowed so much yesterday that I decided to cancel my bus pickup appointment. Good call. It snowed about 4 inches during the day yesterday and another 4 inches overnight. Driveway was impassible this morning, roads are still covered in frozen slush, mailbox is half obscured by road plowing. Judging by the piled snow on neighbor's unmoved truck, and what I've swept off of my porch stairs, we've probably had about 18 inches now. Heavy gloppy stuff. My big postal package didn't get delivered yesterday, "Driveway or porch inaccessible."
Landlord has never contracted for plowing, and my new neighbors in the other half of the house don't seem to have inclination, or friends with snowplows, for driveway plowing, they just park at the bottom. I don't dare try to shovel a path down the long driveway to the street, I'd drop over dead before the first 20 feet.
I may have to watch for the postman and slog through the snow to meet him on the street.
Two Hours Later: Non-complaint: Package was delivered this morning. No slogging by me involved.
@Mr. L. Gryphon:
Glad your package was delivered.
Non-complaint: no snow here. Colder temps than usual, high 42 today, low tonight 28, high tomorrow 52.
For those further north of the equator, be sure to wrap up warmly.
What is strong? I don't know!
They also say, "Only the good die young!" I think that, in such case, everyone over, say, 30, is evil!
Whoever "they" are, really didn't know much at all!
They don't know their own name. If someone said, they said that wearing a bikini outside during winter will get you a cold, they can't be confirmed. That person probably doesn't know their sources.
hmmm is $70 dollars is a good price for a Dell windows 11 desktop. Or are my sources wrong?
No, because not all good people die young, but all who die young are/were good. Which is also not true. Many trashy creeps win the Darwin award, they're just not missed much.
Ah, "Darwin Awards", not enough given out.
This is a test render of a bald guy in default pose.
I need to go to bed soon or I would render him again in a different pose.
Non-complaint: I love it when I discover another Agatha Christie movie that I haven't seen. Just discovered the 1988 version of "Appointment with Death" staring Peter Ustinov as Poirot.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094669/