Relative Dimension

1. Last night I dreamed I was climbing a very tall mountain, throwing spears at boats from the water, and shooting cookies shaped like the gold pieces from Curse of the Black Pearl out of a hand cannon.

Apparently, this was for some sort of project. I really don't know any more than that.

2. I want to write something, godDAMMIT!

3. Why didn't I get a Week of Welcome packet this year? Am I supposed to just guess what the hell is going on? (They send me Welcome to the Residence Halls stuff like I'm a first year, but no WOW shit. I find this irksome.)

4. It's WINDY today and I LIKE it.

One week left. Too late to start any new projects, too early to start packing. I'm dreaming about school like mad (when I can sleep). Last night I missed all my classes the first day back. I don't have a clue how to pack everything. To put it simply, my stress level's going to be high this week.

The second half of the Stargate seasons won't come back until MARCH!! WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!?!

A couple days ago I taped CSI with the tv off. I have not seen that episode yet. I've been careful to stay away from any CSI boards or episode summaries, and I instructed my friend that, if she were to see the episode, she should tell me nothing. This Thursday I'll tape the other episode, so I can watch them back to back, and it will be easier that way.

Or so I thought.

I thought I was fine with it, that waiting an extra week would be no problem. Then last night I had this crazy dream where I saw the episode, or at least the end of it, and I woke up a little shell-shocked and had to consciously remind myself -- as I often do after dreams -- that none of it happened. I didn't see the episode. I don't really know who was hurt. Although after so accurately guessing a rather important plot twist in the books I just finished reading, I'm not so sure I trust myself to be wrong about my intuition of who gets the bullet/whatever. I'll grant three guesses of who it was in my dream. Apparently I haven't stopped fretting. This always gets bad when I lose sleep, and now I don't have a wonderful book to distract me anymore. Even though the end of that book did break my heart.

Today it was a little harder not to watch the tape. I'm watching an old episode of CSI right now and every time Nicky is on screen I think, "It better not be you!" If it is him, I sure hope he has some lives left. I think he's used up at least three or four on the show as it is. All I have to do is push Play, but I'm not going to do that.

Hez, if you're reading this and rolling your eyes, I refer to a previous post in which I stated, "Fiction IS my life." It sort of goes with the territory when you're a creative writer.

Speaking of which, I spent the last couple of days reading The Complete Idiot's Guide to Writing a Novel and now I'm planning out a story. Wish me luck!