First off, I need to remark on what I remember from my dream. It was one of those continuous ones, where there was sort of a main theme running through it, giving it something of an actual overall story thread, despite a lot of random elements. The basic gist of it was that I was helping people move into a house that had “bad things” happen before hand, and was reportedly haunted. You can all see where this is going, right? There was some sort of evil thing brewing just under the surface, but it was hard to tell if it was the previous occupant (a man who severely beat and killed his wife, then his child), or if the previous occupant had been corrupted by an evil that was already in place.
Whatever the case, the “presence” there, which seemed to be the ghost of the guy, was looking to build a reality within the house that matched what the 5-year kid saw; everything was large, looming, and unfriendly. At one point when the ghost briefly materialized, it was like 25 feet tall, looking down, and nothing but a dark silhouette. I realized things were getting bad when a simple small toy was developing a taser attachment that it could send around corners and under doors.
I wound up in another room where I had to destroy another haunted toy, but that really just destroyed the form housing the evil, and as it started form into a flat black shape of tentacles and horns, I decided that “I really didn’t feel like dealing with it right now,” so I left the room and closed the door behind me, knowing that for all of its otherwordly and unholy powers, the evil within still hadn’t figured out how to work a doorknob. I went the house across the street, used the Hookshot from the “Zelda: Ocarina of Time” game (gee, I wonder how that got in there?) to get up to the roof, and convinced the people below who were beginning to get corrupted to start singing Christmas carols, because it was Christmas time, after all. The family inside came out and started singing too, and it was a full Rockwell household of boy, girl, mom, dad, grandpa, grandma. It easily broke the evil, and we all went inside to discuss the evil across the street (people were still over there at this time, but we had no idea what was happening in the house).
As we chatted, an old manager from my past, KTW, stepped in, and he was filling the role of weasely little jerk in these types of tales, which makes sense, as he was a weasely little jerk when I knew him. He made the accusation that only I knew what happened in the bathroom when some other person had died, and then he ran off. I realized that everyone was looking at me, now, and that my character in the dream did actually know what had happened, but since I also realized it was a dream, I actually had no idea what had happened.
Then I got to thinking about what a jerk KTW was to break up the momentum that had been gathered, and I woke up.
Yeah, he’s still a jerk.
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Yesterday was our last football game for the season. The other team only had 1 player show up, so we won by forfeit. Wanting to still play, however, it was (eventually) decided that we’d play the team that had played just before us. They were very good, and we wound up losing again. And failed to score a touchdown again, too. Ah well. Since it was just a scrimmage, nobody cared too much.
And as always, I judge the “success” of a game by how I felt that I played. I managed to snag a couple of interceptions this time around, and also got a few passes as a receiver, so I was fairly pleased with that. As always our biggest downfalls (besides the lack of people showing up — this time we had about 5 ringers show up, giving us a chance to play with subs for the first time since the first game of the season) were the lack of cohesion on defense — questions if we were in man or zone, and if in man, who was covering who — and the inability to make deep throws. Just never got the sense of chemistry for that stuff.
I did have one spooky moment. While going out for a pass, my feet got tangled up with another player and I tripped. What was worrisome was that it yanked my bad ankle pretty strongly, and it definitely hurt. I had my ankle brace on, though, and I think that definitely prevented it from getting worse. After about 5 minutes, the pain subsided, and now, over 24 hours later, it still feels fine.
And since I have basketball tomorrow night, that’s a good thing.
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My birthday is coming up, and I’m trying to figure out what to do about it. I keep waiting for some awesome birthday party, and I am constantly disappointed. I’d like to do something nifty, at the very least, but I’m just drawing a blank on what might work. I can always try to invite some people out, but since my birthday is on a Monday night, it’d be better to hold it on a weekend. But you know, even then, it’s rare that I have a lot of people show up. usually maybe 3-4 people can stop by. So, I’ll have to kick some ideas around.