I was in a neighborhood somewhat like Harlequin Lane in Severna Park, MD. It was a neighborhood of large and fancy houses. I was walking around it a bit, and I think I was going through people's yards or something. This neighborhood was in another dream that I can think of right now, but I'm pretty sure that I wrote down.
Anyway, I eventually wound up back at Paul's and Marilyn's (my in-laws) house, but it wasn't quite theirs. It belonged to "my family", but I can't really place any of the people. There was A mom and A dad, and something about A brother, sister, or both. It was also a little bit like the neighborhood that Mike (former boss from Papa John's) lived in at Savannah Georgia on Vickery Lane. I think the house was even more like his than it was anyone else's.
While walking around through the neighborhood, I came across this girl that I knew. She had dark hair that was a little shorter than shoulder length, and it was brushed back and let fall naturally. She seemed very perturbed, and nothing seemed to kick her out of the mood. I think she was supposed to be the girlfriend of a brother or friend, but I'm unsure who it was.
We went into the house, and my family was in there and we spoke with them briefly. I think they left the room, and I was left in the front sitting room with the girl. She was still very quiet, seeming somewhat angry, but I couldn't place what in the world was wrong with her. I think I somehow figured out that she was a robot, and that her anger stemmed from the very fact that she was one. I realized that I needed to tell someone, but I knew that something terrible would happen if I did that. I'm not sure what that "something terrible" was, but I knew that no matter what, I couldn't let her find out that I had told anyone. I couldn't seem to get out of her presence, though, to let anyone in on it.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Monday, October 17, 2005
Pleasant Valley of the Butchers
I don't quite remember how things started out, or even what came first, but I think I was at Pleasant Valley Church first. I was down in the basement for the youth group meeting or Sunday school or something. Helen and Robert (youth group leaders when I was in middle school) were in charge of the youth group again, and I had gotten there late. I think they were disappointed to see me there late, but they were pretty busy, so they didn't really say anything about it.
I passed Helen when I first got downstairs, and then I went past what was supposed to be the youth room (the first room on the right that used to be the college age kids room) and the other kids were working on some sort of projects. I kept going down the hall, and that's when I passed Robert's office. I popped in briefly to say hi and let him know that I was there, but he just gave me a quick look of disgust for being so late.
I was carrying a book, so I set it down in the doorway, although I didn't want anyone to see it. It was a red Vampire role playing book. I'm not sure why I had it with me, but I had evidently decided to bring it along at some point.
Anyway, after going around and working briefly with the youth group, trying to make an effort to show that I was there to do the work just as much as they were, everything was done. (I think it was some sort of crafts or something, but they had to be done by a certain time, and that's why there was such a big push) Anyway, after that, I grabbed my book and went upstairs to the sanctuary.
The back of the sanctuary seemed to be open, like there were no walls on it that closed it off from the Narthex. I went over close to the right side and looked for a seat. I saw lots of people that I knew, and while I wasn't worried, I just had a feeling that I didn't want them to find out that I had that book with me, lest I start hearing all sorts of ridicule. I mingled around for a bit looking for a good seat, but I think that it turned out that the service was over.
I wound up getting up and walking around a bit more. I think I found Victoria (wife of coworker Doug) there in the crowd. I walked off with her and talked for a little bit, but when I next looked up, we were no longer in the church. We were in her apartment. Little Ethan (their son) was there, but I'm not sure where Doug was. It was almost as if he wasn't there, and that I had come by myself to see her. I went over to her in the kitchen and gave her a big hug.
The apartment was strange in that it was very large, and seemed to be made of old brick on the interior. It had a very artsy feeling to it, like it should have been an art studio instead of someone's apartment. There was a big room that had a lot of what looked like record shelves like they used to have at music stores, and that was the living room. The kitchen was kind of a hole off to the side that wasn't very well lit. I left the kitchen and went over to the far left end of the closest record table. They were a bit more now like roll-top desks and butted up against one another end for end. The one I went to was the farthest back in the room from the front door (it was even with the kitchen) and I opened it. Their laptop computer was inside of it. I started to get on there and get online, but I don't remember what I was looking for or what I actually did at that point because I woke up soon after.
I passed Helen when I first got downstairs, and then I went past what was supposed to be the youth room (the first room on the right that used to be the college age kids room) and the other kids were working on some sort of projects. I kept going down the hall, and that's when I passed Robert's office. I popped in briefly to say hi and let him know that I was there, but he just gave me a quick look of disgust for being so late.
I was carrying a book, so I set it down in the doorway, although I didn't want anyone to see it. It was a red Vampire role playing book. I'm not sure why I had it with me, but I had evidently decided to bring it along at some point.
Anyway, after going around and working briefly with the youth group, trying to make an effort to show that I was there to do the work just as much as they were, everything was done. (I think it was some sort of crafts or something, but they had to be done by a certain time, and that's why there was such a big push) Anyway, after that, I grabbed my book and went upstairs to the sanctuary.
The back of the sanctuary seemed to be open, like there were no walls on it that closed it off from the Narthex. I went over close to the right side and looked for a seat. I saw lots of people that I knew, and while I wasn't worried, I just had a feeling that I didn't want them to find out that I had that book with me, lest I start hearing all sorts of ridicule. I mingled around for a bit looking for a good seat, but I think that it turned out that the service was over.
I wound up getting up and walking around a bit more. I think I found Victoria (wife of coworker Doug) there in the crowd. I walked off with her and talked for a little bit, but when I next looked up, we were no longer in the church. We were in her apartment. Little Ethan (their son) was there, but I'm not sure where Doug was. It was almost as if he wasn't there, and that I had come by myself to see her. I went over to her in the kitchen and gave her a big hug.
The apartment was strange in that it was very large, and seemed to be made of old brick on the interior. It had a very artsy feeling to it, like it should have been an art studio instead of someone's apartment. There was a big room that had a lot of what looked like record shelves like they used to have at music stores, and that was the living room. The kitchen was kind of a hole off to the side that wasn't very well lit. I left the kitchen and went over to the far left end of the closest record table. They were a bit more now like roll-top desks and butted up against one another end for end. The one I went to was the farthest back in the room from the front door (it was even with the kitchen) and I opened it. Their laptop computer was inside of it. I started to get on there and get online, but I don't remember what I was looking for or what I actually did at that point because I woke up soon after.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Fires and Fajitas
Somewhere in the first part of the dream, there was a quite a bit of driving around. I was originally in someone else's car, and we were driving around in some city, and there was something about a big fire out on the highway. I think we either saw the smoke or heard about it on the radio, but either way, even though it was supposed to be a far way off (several miles) I saw it almost as if it were in front of me.
After we finally parked the car, I decided to go checking out for myself. I got into my car, and I took back roads, I think, to a point farther south than the fire. I then got onto the interstate and started heading north again. Sure enough, over on the south lanes, there was a place over in the field where there was a fire. There didn't seem to be any fire personnel there, and while the fire didn't look huge, it was putting out a lot of smoke that was blowing north along the interstate and making it hard for people to see where they were driving.
I don't often smell things in my dreams, but this one time, I did smell the burning grain, because it was some grain that was on fire in a field. It turned out that now I was on I-81, and I was nearing my exit at Weyers Cave. People were driving like idiots, especially some of the tractor trailers. I forget what happened, but I guess they were all whipping around and changing lanes really fast in front of people, and me, and they were even driving over on the shoulder of the road.
I finally got over to my exit, and I got off the interstate there. I turned left and went down to the gas station there. (I think it's referred to as Dino's). I went in, and the place was set up a bit differently than usual. The cash register area was in the middle of the store instead of at the right side when you first walk in.
I went in, and Kathy Lee Gifford was manning the register. I talked to her a bit about some fajita recipe I was supposed to be getting from her. After talking for a bit, she decided that instead of writing it down, she'd instead talk me through making them. So she turned quickly and threw something, and it turned out it was supposed to be two very large fajitas, and they landed over on a large flat griddle behind her.
We were now in a house instead of in Dino's. I went back to the griddle, which was almost in some sort of little windowed nook area of the kitchen. The people that I was with originally were there, but I still don't know who they were. I was supposed to be cooking these pre-made fajitas, which were more like folded over pancakes with a bunch of strange stuff in them. Peppers and blue berries, and stuff like that. I was cooking them, and they were sizzling quite a bit, and I had to flip them at one point, and while I seemed to be having some trouble with them, I did manage to finally do so.
After we finally parked the car, I decided to go checking out for myself. I got into my car, and I took back roads, I think, to a point farther south than the fire. I then got onto the interstate and started heading north again. Sure enough, over on the south lanes, there was a place over in the field where there was a fire. There didn't seem to be any fire personnel there, and while the fire didn't look huge, it was putting out a lot of smoke that was blowing north along the interstate and making it hard for people to see where they were driving.
I don't often smell things in my dreams, but this one time, I did smell the burning grain, because it was some grain that was on fire in a field. It turned out that now I was on I-81, and I was nearing my exit at Weyers Cave. People were driving like idiots, especially some of the tractor trailers. I forget what happened, but I guess they were all whipping around and changing lanes really fast in front of people, and me, and they were even driving over on the shoulder of the road.
I finally got over to my exit, and I got off the interstate there. I turned left and went down to the gas station there. (I think it's referred to as Dino's). I went in, and the place was set up a bit differently than usual. The cash register area was in the middle of the store instead of at the right side when you first walk in.
I went in, and Kathy Lee Gifford was manning the register. I talked to her a bit about some fajita recipe I was supposed to be getting from her. After talking for a bit, she decided that instead of writing it down, she'd instead talk me through making them. So she turned quickly and threw something, and it turned out it was supposed to be two very large fajitas, and they landed over on a large flat griddle behind her.
We were now in a house instead of in Dino's. I went back to the griddle, which was almost in some sort of little windowed nook area of the kitchen. The people that I was with originally were there, but I still don't know who they were. I was supposed to be cooking these pre-made fajitas, which were more like folded over pancakes with a bunch of strange stuff in them. Peppers and blue berries, and stuff like that. I was cooking them, and they were sizzling quite a bit, and I had to flip them at one point, and while I seemed to be having some trouble with them, I did manage to finally do so.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Mercedes: Keeper of the Gates and Aqueducts
I started out in Em's parents' car (the Pacifica) . We were on some sort of fairly long distance road trip, and we came up through this small town, similar to one I had been through on some other trip in Virginia. I forget where it was in waking life, or who I was actually on the trip with, but it was the town that I was dreaming about this time around. (Perhaps it was the time that I took the house floor plans for architecture class over to my teacher's house for my final project in waking life)
Anyway, on this detour, we decided to go see this famous cemetery that was in the town. We drove there, and as we neared the gates, we came to kind of a drive-thru sort of area outside of this building that was next to the cemetery. As we pulled up, a woman came out, and we told her that we wanted to go see the cemetery. She charged us a fee, and she went inside the building to get us a pass. The pass, as it turned out, was a whole lock and key system. Specifically, it was a ignition cylinder for a Mercedes. (part number 202 760 00 79, the one that we have to hammer in the plates) I instantly recognized it, and I also realized that there were plates that were sticking up on it, even though the key was in it. That meant that it was put together wrong. I told the woman that it was wrong, and that I knew because I worked there. I then requested to go inside and fix it. She said okay, so I got out of the car and went in.
The building was on the left (driver) side of the car, and the front of the building was plain beige brick with a brown roof. There were no windows to be seen. The area where the door was that the woman passed through was set in a garage sized indentation in the side of the building. I went in, and when I was inside, the door, I found, came in roughly where the second key room normally is, between Ron's (supervisor) office and the lock storage room. I went in, and Jay (from Mercedes) was there at his desk. He was surprised to see me because it was my day off. We chatted for a moment, and then I continued in towards my lock setting station, which is on the opposite side of the key room from where I came in.
As I went across, other's said hi and noted to me that I should be off. I told them that I was, but I needed to fix that lock so I could go see the cemetery. Someone (I'm unsure who) told me about a new procedure that had started up where the keys now needed to be sprinkled with baby powder because it helped them go in the key easier. I thought that was really strange, and I wasn't going to do it at first, but as I got to my station, I found that I had my own bottle of baby powder on my desk.
I started tweaking with the plates, but as I was doing so, I noticed another difference. I found out that our springs that we use for the plates were no longer made of metal. Now they were made of bright yellow plastic. I thought this was really strange, and I think I asked Roy (team leader) about it. He was busy helping Phil (shipping supervisor) with lock setting, but he told me that they were the new springs that had come in, and we were supposed to use those now. I was really surprised, and I even noted out loud that I had only been gone a day, and all of a sudden there were all these changes. I think Roy chuckled about it, but I kept working on my lock.
Finally I realized that the lock itself was actually okay. It turned out that the key had just not been put in all the way. Once it was in all the way, the plates laid flat like they were supposed to. So I said goodbye to everyone and I left again. When I got back out to where the car had been, it was no longer there, but I didn't really notice at the time that it was gone.
Em was there waiting for me, and so we walked the couple hundred of feet to the gates of the cemetery. I think we put in the lock and turned it and opened the gates and went in. After entering, though, something a bit strange happened. Some sort of ethereal being showed up (kind of like a big faerie, but not really) and started to show us a guide to the cemetery. She was showing us a map, but the map kept moving around, almost like the points on the map were stars, and they formed a galaxy that kept spinning around. But at the same time, it was almost like the being was making it move around, almost like she was saying, "You can look at it this way, or do it this way, or this way, or even like this."
After a short bit, we left off from there and made our way through to the back of the cemetery. There was a gate or road at the back that we drove out through. We now seemed to be in a car, but I was driving, although I think it was Em's parents' car again. I followed the road out through the country a bit, and I finally found a familiar road. I recognized it as a road that ran between Staunton, VA, and Fort Defiance. It was labeled as 377, which is a fairly major road here locally in Texas.
When I got to that intersection, I couldn't remember which way to turn, so I went left at the last moment. As we continued down, I was saying that it didn't look familiar down this way, so I must have never turned down this part of the road. Eventually we got to a neat looking area that dipped way down, like it was cut out of the land, and there was a train bridge that went over top of the road.
At the time that we saw this, we were no longer in the Pacifica. I'm not sure what happened to it. It was just like we were walking the whole time. To the right of the road, also passing under the bridge, was a tunnel that was about six feet wide. At first it looked like a cave, but as I was trying to figure out what it was, it started looking more flat, refined, and man made. We walked under the bridge on the road and glanced around the other side. The road seemed to empty out into someone's yard. It was like an old plantation sort of house an yard. It had big shady trees and felt very summer like, but it was cool at the same time.
I went back to the other side of the tunnel and turned again to look at the smaller tunnel. I noticed that there was a sign that said it was an aqueduct. I thought that it was odd, but accepted it. As I looked in the aqueduct again, I saw that there were people in there. There were step like formations on the floor of the aqueduct, but the first one was about three feet down. I stepped down and talked briefly with the people. They were splashing water around from puddles on the floor. Each person was on a different stair. I also realized somehow that the water in there was put there by them for the purpose of splashing around.
So I jumped down onto the first stair and started jumping and stomping around. I splashed more water than everyone else and got everyone all wet. I wound up "winning", I guess. That at least seemed to be some sort of consensus. After that, i turned around to get back out of the aqueduct, and I saw that on the next step up, almost at table height (which was strange because I thought i was on the top step before being out on the ground), there was a whole bunch of cards laid out. I started looking at them, and I realized that they were Harry Potter trading cards.
As I looked, I saw that they were all grouped in some way, and if there were any duplicates, they were stacked one on top another. I had Em to come over and look at them, and she was excited. I asked her if there was any that she didn't have, and she said that she didn't have Snape yet. I looked around, but didn't see him. It turned out that he was a rare card anyway.
In the place that his should have been was a card of an old lady from back in the 1920's or earlier. It was a black and white photo, and I somehow recognized it as Professor Trelawney's great grandmother, who had been a real seer back in her time. Em saw it, too, and said that she wanted it because it was rare. I looked closer at it, picking it up and reading it, and I saw that it talked about her on the card. It also had some information about the status of the card. It said "Status: Active Trading". I realized that this meant that it was not as rare as Em thought because people were actively trading it around, so it wasn't so rare that it couldn't be found very easily. I decided that Em didn't really want that card, so I put it back down. I was going to tell her about it when I got out of the aqueduct, but as I got out, the dream ended.
Anyway, on this detour, we decided to go see this famous cemetery that was in the town. We drove there, and as we neared the gates, we came to kind of a drive-thru sort of area outside of this building that was next to the cemetery. As we pulled up, a woman came out, and we told her that we wanted to go see the cemetery. She charged us a fee, and she went inside the building to get us a pass. The pass, as it turned out, was a whole lock and key system. Specifically, it was a ignition cylinder for a Mercedes. (part number 202 760 00 79, the one that we have to hammer in the plates) I instantly recognized it, and I also realized that there were plates that were sticking up on it, even though the key was in it. That meant that it was put together wrong. I told the woman that it was wrong, and that I knew because I worked there. I then requested to go inside and fix it. She said okay, so I got out of the car and went in.
The building was on the left (driver) side of the car, and the front of the building was plain beige brick with a brown roof. There were no windows to be seen. The area where the door was that the woman passed through was set in a garage sized indentation in the side of the building. I went in, and when I was inside, the door, I found, came in roughly where the second key room normally is, between Ron's (supervisor) office and the lock storage room. I went in, and Jay (from Mercedes) was there at his desk. He was surprised to see me because it was my day off. We chatted for a moment, and then I continued in towards my lock setting station, which is on the opposite side of the key room from where I came in.
As I went across, other's said hi and noted to me that I should be off. I told them that I was, but I needed to fix that lock so I could go see the cemetery. Someone (I'm unsure who) told me about a new procedure that had started up where the keys now needed to be sprinkled with baby powder because it helped them go in the key easier. I thought that was really strange, and I wasn't going to do it at first, but as I got to my station, I found that I had my own bottle of baby powder on my desk.
I started tweaking with the plates, but as I was doing so, I noticed another difference. I found out that our springs that we use for the plates were no longer made of metal. Now they were made of bright yellow plastic. I thought this was really strange, and I think I asked Roy (team leader) about it. He was busy helping Phil (shipping supervisor) with lock setting, but he told me that they were the new springs that had come in, and we were supposed to use those now. I was really surprised, and I even noted out loud that I had only been gone a day, and all of a sudden there were all these changes. I think Roy chuckled about it, but I kept working on my lock.
Finally I realized that the lock itself was actually okay. It turned out that the key had just not been put in all the way. Once it was in all the way, the plates laid flat like they were supposed to. So I said goodbye to everyone and I left again. When I got back out to where the car had been, it was no longer there, but I didn't really notice at the time that it was gone.
Em was there waiting for me, and so we walked the couple hundred of feet to the gates of the cemetery. I think we put in the lock and turned it and opened the gates and went in. After entering, though, something a bit strange happened. Some sort of ethereal being showed up (kind of like a big faerie, but not really) and started to show us a guide to the cemetery. She was showing us a map, but the map kept moving around, almost like the points on the map were stars, and they formed a galaxy that kept spinning around. But at the same time, it was almost like the being was making it move around, almost like she was saying, "You can look at it this way, or do it this way, or this way, or even like this."
After a short bit, we left off from there and made our way through to the back of the cemetery. There was a gate or road at the back that we drove out through. We now seemed to be in a car, but I was driving, although I think it was Em's parents' car again. I followed the road out through the country a bit, and I finally found a familiar road. I recognized it as a road that ran between Staunton, VA, and Fort Defiance. It was labeled as 377, which is a fairly major road here locally in Texas.
When I got to that intersection, I couldn't remember which way to turn, so I went left at the last moment. As we continued down, I was saying that it didn't look familiar down this way, so I must have never turned down this part of the road. Eventually we got to a neat looking area that dipped way down, like it was cut out of the land, and there was a train bridge that went over top of the road.
At the time that we saw this, we were no longer in the Pacifica. I'm not sure what happened to it. It was just like we were walking the whole time. To the right of the road, also passing under the bridge, was a tunnel that was about six feet wide. At first it looked like a cave, but as I was trying to figure out what it was, it started looking more flat, refined, and man made. We walked under the bridge on the road and glanced around the other side. The road seemed to empty out into someone's yard. It was like an old plantation sort of house an yard. It had big shady trees and felt very summer like, but it was cool at the same time.
I went back to the other side of the tunnel and turned again to look at the smaller tunnel. I noticed that there was a sign that said it was an aqueduct. I thought that it was odd, but accepted it. As I looked in the aqueduct again, I saw that there were people in there. There were step like formations on the floor of the aqueduct, but the first one was about three feet down. I stepped down and talked briefly with the people. They were splashing water around from puddles on the floor. Each person was on a different stair. I also realized somehow that the water in there was put there by them for the purpose of splashing around.
So I jumped down onto the first stair and started jumping and stomping around. I splashed more water than everyone else and got everyone all wet. I wound up "winning", I guess. That at least seemed to be some sort of consensus. After that, i turned around to get back out of the aqueduct, and I saw that on the next step up, almost at table height (which was strange because I thought i was on the top step before being out on the ground), there was a whole bunch of cards laid out. I started looking at them, and I realized that they were Harry Potter trading cards.
As I looked, I saw that they were all grouped in some way, and if there were any duplicates, they were stacked one on top another. I had Em to come over and look at them, and she was excited. I asked her if there was any that she didn't have, and she said that she didn't have Snape yet. I looked around, but didn't see him. It turned out that he was a rare card anyway.
In the place that his should have been was a card of an old lady from back in the 1920's or earlier. It was a black and white photo, and I somehow recognized it as Professor Trelawney's great grandmother, who had been a real seer back in her time. Em saw it, too, and said that she wanted it because it was rare. I looked closer at it, picking it up and reading it, and I saw that it talked about her on the card. It also had some information about the status of the card. It said "Status: Active Trading". I realized that this meant that it was not as rare as Em thought because people were actively trading it around, so it wasn't so rare that it couldn't be found very easily. I decided that Em didn't really want that card, so I put it back down. I was going to tell her about it when I got out of the aqueduct, but as I got out, the dream ended.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
After-Sword Party
I was on a small journey of some sort. I was with a group of old friends: Andy , Stephen (from school and church), and some others that I don't remember anymore. We were kind of all in a van or a bus, and we were traveling through a fairly heavily wooded area. Even though it was wooded, there were stone walls on either side of us, and we passed places that had ironwork gates, and they were supposed to be like driveways or something to large and fancy houses.
I seemed to be having a hard time having conversations with these people. I felt like they kept interrupting me when I tried to start to say anything, and I didn't want to butt back into it. They were also passing around some pictures or a magazine or something. When it came to me, I realized it was a porn magazine, and it was full of these typical looking skinny blond girls. It turned out that these were pictures of the girls that we were going to be seeing. We were heading towards a party that was being thrown by these girls, and we had these pictures of them, but they didn't know it. We were all having a good giggle about it.
We finally got to the house where the party was being held, and we got out of the van or off the bus. We were standing around beside the swimming pool, which was kind of to the right end of the house just past the end of the driveway. It was behind large amounts of shrubbery and black iron gates and fences. We had drinks in our hands and we were dressed up somewhat. I was finally able to at least tell Andy about what I was going to say on the way here.
I told him that yesterday there had been a sword stuck in my head. He gaped at me a bit, and voiced his doubt, but I stood by what I had said. I said that there really had been, and I started to recount some of "yesterday's" events to him.
Soon after this, I woke up, but I realized that the two separate dreams (and they were separate, because I had woken up and gone to use the bathroom between the two of them) had taken the time of a weekend. How odd!
I seemed to be having a hard time having conversations with these people. I felt like they kept interrupting me when I tried to start to say anything, and I didn't want to butt back into it. They were also passing around some pictures or a magazine or something. When it came to me, I realized it was a porn magazine, and it was full of these typical looking skinny blond girls. It turned out that these were pictures of the girls that we were going to be seeing. We were heading towards a party that was being thrown by these girls, and we had these pictures of them, but they didn't know it. We were all having a good giggle about it.
We finally got to the house where the party was being held, and we got out of the van or off the bus. We were standing around beside the swimming pool, which was kind of to the right end of the house just past the end of the driveway. It was behind large amounts of shrubbery and black iron gates and fences. We had drinks in our hands and we were dressed up somewhat. I was finally able to at least tell Andy about what I was going to say on the way here.
I told him that yesterday there had been a sword stuck in my head. He gaped at me a bit, and voiced his doubt, but I stood by what I had said. I said that there really had been, and I started to recount some of "yesterday's" events to him.
Soon after this, I woke up, but I realized that the two separate dreams (and they were separate, because I had woken up and gone to use the bathroom between the two of them) had taken the time of a weekend. How odd!
Sword Head
I started out outside of grandmamma's house, but I'm not sure what I was doing out there or why I was there. I seem to remember a brief moment where I had a katana in my hand, and I fell over to my right. As I fell, I manged to get the katana stuck in my head. I was out in the area of the yard by the bank at the "road" end of the garden, although there was no garden there anymore. I had gotten up, and I was thinking fine and everything, and I realized that the katana had gone in the right side of my head just above my ear, and had come out the left side of my head closer to my temple. That gave it enough of an angle that I could persistently see the tip of the sword off to my left because it pointed forward a bit. The sword was an even distance through my head such that there were equal lengths of sword sticking out of either side of my head. The biggest thing about all of this was that I didn't feel any pain. I was fully aware of the situation, and I knew that it was supposed to be really bad.
Em wound up calling the Weyers Cave Fire Department because they were the closest thing to us that was considered a medical emergency team. Even though we knew that they were really close to us geographically, it seemed to take forever for them to get there. I guess in real life it would have just been people showing up in their vehicles, for the most part, with the truck arriving later, but in this case, it was like even though they were close, they all went to the firehouse first to get all prepped and get the truck all ready and then bring all that stuff over. It took them over 30 minutes to get there.
I may not have fully realized what was going on until the fire department had gotten there. It seems a bit fuzzy before that, but I wound up reaching up and feeling the sword right after they got there. I didn't recognize anyone on the squad, although in waking life I would have. Anyway, I wound up touching the sword, and they stopped me. They told me not to mess with it. I knew that shouldn't mess with it at all, but I was really in awe with how it didn't hurt at all. I also felt my head just under the wound on the right side above my ear. Not only did it not hurt, but there was no blood. Yet, I knew that if I messed with the sword, it could end up doing terrible damage to me, if it didn't kill me.
I went down to the road where they had parked the fire truck and got on the back of it. A couple of them were up in the front of the truck, and others were in the back with me. They were keeping an eye on me to make sure that I didn't do anything funny with the sword. Part of me just wanted to pull it out and see if it hurt or if anything actually happened to me, but the rest of me [thought that it] knew better.
After a short ride, we wound up at the fire house. It turned out that they were having some sort of dance or party there. I realized that this was part of the reason why they had been so late. We all went in, and I was expecting them to administer immediate medical attention to me, but it didn't seem to work out that way. We wandered around quite a bit through the crowd, and each time that I went through a doorway, I had to be careful not to just walk straight in. Instead, I had to turn a bit to the side to make sure that the sword didn't get caught on the door jambs. I bumped it once or twice, but I was worried enough that it would do something to me that I quickly learned what I needed to do to walk around.
The place seemed fairly dark, and it was loud with music, but I didn't really recognize anything that was playing. There were lots of people mingling, talking and dancing, and no one seemed to notice my condition. After walking through a couple of doors and following the fire fighters around, we got out into this larger open area of the firehouse that had a set of stairs and a balcony or catwalk or something up along one side of the room. There were other rooms up there, and I think that we went into one of those.
Em wound up calling the Weyers Cave Fire Department because they were the closest thing to us that was considered a medical emergency team. Even though we knew that they were really close to us geographically, it seemed to take forever for them to get there. I guess in real life it would have just been people showing up in their vehicles, for the most part, with the truck arriving later, but in this case, it was like even though they were close, they all went to the firehouse first to get all prepped and get the truck all ready and then bring all that stuff over. It took them over 30 minutes to get there.
I may not have fully realized what was going on until the fire department had gotten there. It seems a bit fuzzy before that, but I wound up reaching up and feeling the sword right after they got there. I didn't recognize anyone on the squad, although in waking life I would have. Anyway, I wound up touching the sword, and they stopped me. They told me not to mess with it. I knew that shouldn't mess with it at all, but I was really in awe with how it didn't hurt at all. I also felt my head just under the wound on the right side above my ear. Not only did it not hurt, but there was no blood. Yet, I knew that if I messed with the sword, it could end up doing terrible damage to me, if it didn't kill me.
I went down to the road where they had parked the fire truck and got on the back of it. A couple of them were up in the front of the truck, and others were in the back with me. They were keeping an eye on me to make sure that I didn't do anything funny with the sword. Part of me just wanted to pull it out and see if it hurt or if anything actually happened to me, but the rest of me [thought that it] knew better.
After a short ride, we wound up at the fire house. It turned out that they were having some sort of dance or party there. I realized that this was part of the reason why they had been so late. We all went in, and I was expecting them to administer immediate medical attention to me, but it didn't seem to work out that way. We wandered around quite a bit through the crowd, and each time that I went through a doorway, I had to be careful not to just walk straight in. Instead, I had to turn a bit to the side to make sure that the sword didn't get caught on the door jambs. I bumped it once or twice, but I was worried enough that it would do something to me that I quickly learned what I needed to do to walk around.
The place seemed fairly dark, and it was loud with music, but I didn't really recognize anything that was playing. There were lots of people mingling, talking and dancing, and no one seemed to notice my condition. After walking through a couple of doors and following the fire fighters around, we got out into this larger open area of the firehouse that had a set of stairs and a balcony or catwalk or something up along one side of the room. There were other rooms up there, and I think that we went into one of those.
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