kjpepper | Whoa

It snowed a little last night. Just a little. Enough to turn the local rooftops white.

I was up at 6:30. Mostly obeying the insistent call of nature, who had the nerve to invade my dreams to get the message to me. The result was a very odd dream of running around some odd amalgam of lower manhattan and Northampton (unless they've opened a Packards down there and I didn't know about it on the lookout for bathrooms. Even ones that start out pink and flowery and then change to large green painted utility rooms with possessed boilers and a broken bidet in the corner. Very weird.

Anyway. The rest of the dream was also kinda weird - I went upstairs after dealing with the haunted bathroom to find the Airman playing pool and drinking beer (this is where we were at Packards), he was all like hey, how are you, what the hell are you doing here? And then I wanted a beer too so I went up to the bar and they wouldn't take my ID. Even though it has my birthday right on it. (I've had this problem IRL, though not in bars - I just can't actually buy liquor at liquor stores in MA due to me having merely a Mass ID, not a Mass Liquor ID. Fuckheads. Bars are usually no problem). And the snarky bitch wouldn't tell me why she was rejecting my ID. This was about when I turned around to find that the busy bar I was in five seconds ago had completely emptied out, including the bartenders, and the Airman and I had the place to ourselves, so we chatted a bit until the manager showed up, I explained, very patiently, my ID issue, and he apologized, got me a drink, and then borrowed my card so he could photocopy it for the rest of his bartenders so they didn't fuck up this time. Gotta love dream logic, I handed him my Mass ID, the copy came back as my Smith OneCard. Which apparently will now get you alcohol in my dreamscape.

Somehow or other,

timarok and I wound up at my parents house, talking to my mother in the front hall. Somehow I'd gone from wearing a sweater and my witch skirt to wearing a thin white see-thru sari, very odd, and a little embarrassing when my dad, whom we didn't think was home, came downstairs, expressed surprise at my being home, and decided to sit down and have a little chat with the Aiman about The Military™ Then and Now (he'd whimsically told my mother earlier that he was a knight), so while the two of them were busy History Channeling, I went upstairs to change and go to the bathroom (again - note to self - go BEFORE going to sleep, sheesh), where I found a note from my dad expressing concern that I might commit suicide and to go talk to him. At this point my bladder actually woke me up, sparing me the necessity.

So yeah. Very weird... and a little disturbing, seeing as both Mom and

timarok were in the same dream. I have this theory that I don't dream about people unless they are also asleep, or not with us anymore, so needless to say I get a little worried when people in time zones across the planet show up in my subconscious, cause they SHOULD be awake. Especially when they're in a war zone. But apparently he's fine, as gmail just informed me I got mail, so my subconscious can royally fuck off for worrying me.

Ok, it's snowING. Present tense. Neat.