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drewbearApparently I'm mildly sick again. *sigh* I really wish that I wasn't.
The symptoms are vaguely similar to what I had last time, but until I get a raised temp, my dad won't prescribe any antibiotics. I understand, but it's annoying. Since I have no meds, I instead dosed myself with Robutussin DM, took a hot-as-I-could-stand bath to ease congestion, and then took a nap. It was an okay nap, as far as naps go, but I had a mildly freaky dream.
I don't know why, but whenever I manage to remember my dreams, they have plotlines. Not necessarily sensical plotlines, but plotlines nonetheless. In this dream, I was at some kind of secret camp out in the middle of the desert, where I and at least 20 other people were apparently building small planes from scratch for some kind of competition. At the last, we had to roll them out for one last inspection before our "final", after which, no matter what, we would be forced to leave. There was some kind of total flight weight restriction, so I was scrambling to empty out my plane's cockpit, which started out as one of those old 2-person biplane arrangements, then was suddenly (as happens in dreams) like the inside of my car. I emptied everything out just in time for the heavily-accented (think Joey from Friends, but thicker) inspector woman came by, and I woke up. No, that's not symbolic at all!
*sigh* I hate it when my subconscious decides I'm so stupid I require a clue-by-four over the head. Although it's interesting figuring out where the various elements came from. Let's see... general setting of competition to build the best flying machine is from the recent X Prize flight, the brooklyn woman is because I accidentally caught a few minutes of Matt LeBlanc's new show day before yesterday, and the general anxiety about running out of time is from the past week of school. HAH! I beat you, subconscious! I figured out what you did and where you got it from! Nanny nanny boo boo, Ieeeeiiii beat you!
...Okay, so apparently I spontaneously revert to 6 when I'm sick. I'll note this for the future...
The symptoms are vaguely similar to what I had last time, but until I get a raised temp, my dad won't prescribe any antibiotics. I understand, but it's annoying. Since I have no meds, I instead dosed myself with Robutussin DM, took a hot-as-I-could-stand bath to ease congestion, and then took a nap. It was an okay nap, as far as naps go, but I had a mildly freaky dream.
I don't know why, but whenever I manage to remember my dreams, they have plotlines. Not necessarily sensical plotlines, but plotlines nonetheless. In this dream, I was at some kind of secret camp out in the middle of the desert, where I and at least 20 other people were apparently building small planes from scratch for some kind of competition. At the last, we had to roll them out for one last inspection before our "final", after which, no matter what, we would be forced to leave. There was some kind of total flight weight restriction, so I was scrambling to empty out my plane's cockpit, which started out as one of those old 2-person biplane arrangements, then was suddenly (as happens in dreams) like the inside of my car. I emptied everything out just in time for the heavily-accented (think Joey from Friends, but thicker) inspector woman came by, and I woke up. No, that's not symbolic at all!
*sigh* I hate it when my subconscious decides I'm so stupid I require a clue-by-four over the head. Although it's interesting figuring out where the various elements came from. Let's see... general setting of competition to build the best flying machine is from the recent X Prize flight, the brooklyn woman is because I accidentally caught a few minutes of Matt LeBlanc's new show day before yesterday, and the general anxiety about running out of time is from the past week of school. HAH! I beat you, subconscious! I figured out what you did and where you got it from! Nanny nanny boo boo, Ieeeeiiii beat you!
...Okay, so apparently I spontaneously revert to 6 when I'm sick. I'll note this for the future...
