Monthly Archives: September 2019

A strange lack of panic

Had a weird dream this morning I had to pull over in some lot and my car wouldn’t park, it kept acting like it would only go in neutral and kept rolling back out of a spot I parked in. It finally stopped and I walked the perimeter of what looked like a warehouse until I found the side with the open roll up door. Inside I found someone I knew (not irl) and this kid wanted to fight me. We were in some carpeted back room area… I guess some residential apartment inside or connected to the warehouse and I thought this was ridiculous, the guy was bouncing around and obviously didn’t know how to fight and I don’t really either but I got into the same stance I do at kickboxing and dude almost backed down for a second until he decided to do a shitty roundhouse kick and I punched him.

He decided to stop after that and we exchanged a few words but I forgot what we said. I went back around to find someone else and noticed one of my nails was barely hanging onto my nail bed. They we’re natural (no acrylic or hard gel) and surprisingly it didn’t hurt but it looked unnerving and I didn’t want to bang it against anything so I looked for nail clippers until I realized it would just come off. A few of my nails did this, but my fingers looked fine under. The other person I knew in the dream found me and we chatted a little before I left.

I was somewhere else that looked like it couple have been some convention or business thing and was standing at a table with a sign on it by an escalator. I noticed one of my teeth was in my hand and it was cracked and had some paper mache looking long pink root attaches to it. (I’ve had a lot of dreams over the years where I’ve lost teeth and it’s been bloody and terrifying). There was no blood here, and I had new teeth in place of the ones I lost. I looked in the palm of my other hand and there was an eye with that same paper mache nerve attached to it, which I thought was mine but I still had both of my eyes attached (and the iris was blue?). It was weird af, I was intending on taking the escalator but can’t remember if I did.

I was in an office and someone was going over some issue to a few of us, dad was there acting like he knows computers better than I do (that’s consistent with his behavior irl) and eventually I left and care back when he was gone and then the issue was handled after he left. I ended up in some theater at work and my lead shared this giant Snickers with me and we made Betty White jokes. Then I left to see friends and found Sage and we were sitting on a couch after everyone else passed out and I handed him a drawing I had in a folder.

Other than losing body parts this wasn’t so bad. And even that part wasn’t as bad as it’s been over the years because I’d regenerated replacements.
Happy Halloween?

Chaos & Serenity?

Oh man, I just woke up from a bunch of really busy, roller coaster of dreams and nightmares. There were more settings than I can count in some weird places, and the only two calm bits included being on a computer on some Trillian or Pidgin looking chat client and hitting up a friend, or the one bit where I was having a quiet internal melt down and Nathan Fillion cuddled me to calm me down. He was a good big spoon. I swear I didn’t eat anything weird before bed. My dreams the last few nights have been chaotic af.

Unsolicited cake

During lunch I decide to run over to the Sephora a few blocks away from the office, grab the stuff I’m out of, and start heading back.  I’m walking down Pine when I notice this guy turn the corner and start walking in front of me. He’s wearing a red shirt that’s like a couple shades lighter than what I’m wearing (still a pretty dark red) and my brain starts running through allllllll the algorithms…. I wanna say something, omg should I? What would I say? Is that creepy? He’s wearing airpods surely he doesn’t want to be bothered, what if he has a significant other,  I don’t want to intrude. I keep walking and he stops at 6th like he’s going to cross towards Pike and that’s it. I kept walking down Olive minding my own business until I stopped and turned around to decide how intrusive I was feeling. He was looking down at it phone and I was all yeah that’s the culture in Seattle.  He looks up and turns in my general direction, I turn around immediately and start walking towards 7th, he starts walking in my direction! I cross 7th towards 8th, he crosses the intersection and starts walking down 7th. Hooo sheeeit. 

I backtrack and start walking down 7th and I’m behind him being all creepy and indecisive. We’re standing next to each other at the intersection waiting for the light to change and he’s looking the other way (north) so I look at his backpack trying to figure out an excuse to talk to him and notice some shiny paper in the mesh pocket. I ask him if it’s origami paper (my follow up question was going to be where he got it from), he takes his airpods out and is like shiny paper? Then takes off his backpack and pulls out the shiny paper and explains they’re temporary tattoos. They seem like the kind of thing you’d have for music festivals so this is what I start assuming.  He mentions the young people are into that sort of thing and I’m like “cause you’re not a young people?”  and he pulls something else out of his backpack and reaches for my hand like he’s going to shake it, this thing looks like those metal sculptures that move and change shapes in the wind except it goes down your arm! It went from his to mine, then I returned it the same way. He explained he does improv and these are conversation starters… that worked.

We’re walking the same direction now and he asks if there was anything else I wanted to ask, dude is reading me like a book. And I don’t remember if I said I had a couple questions earlier or not. I don’t even remember if I said I was on the fence even though that’s why I kept going back and forth for a few blocks. I said I was omw back to my office and asked him if he’d be interested in getting coffee sometime. He’s been very friendly this whole time and tactfully mentions he has a girlfriend and wasn’t sure if that was a factor or not but otherwise would be interested in coffee, I don’t actually remember the verbatim but that’s the gist of it and I was like ohhh I don’t want to intrude. That’s cool.  He asks me what I do and I mention being a techie in Seattle (knowing some non tech people in Seattle aren’t too happy with the industry here) and he asks what does techie in Seattle mean? So I say I’m in information security down here and he asks if that means physical or logical and then I knew he knows the industry. I mention logical, answer a couple more questions, and then he tells me he’s also a data scientist. Ugh, hot.

Then this middle aged guy and his elderly mother come up to us asking if we live here because they’re lost. They mention Pacific Science and I start explaining how to get to the Pacific Science Center and where the best place to stand is to get an Uber in this intersection and then at the last minute the guy says Pacific Place which is one block over and I’m like oh shit, have them turn around, point to the AMC theater sign, and tell them to go to the sign like they’re going to the movies and that’s Pacific Place. Idk why he said Pacific Science first cause that’s half a mile away and far on foot, I almost sent them in the wrong direction. ._.

The guy made a comment about my knowledge of the area being impressive and I mentioned how I used to live in the area before moving north.  I asked how long he’d been in Seattle and he was approaching 4 years, I mentioned coming up on 3.  So then I ask about exchanging info and am wondering what’s the best method, he asks how I keep in touch with friends and I’m all social media… text, signal… I mean you’re the data scientist. I ask if it’s too intrusive to exchange numbers and he says no so I hand him my phone and he texts himself “hi Phil!” before he crosses at 7th, and he asks in the cross walk what my name is and I yell it while texting it to him.  We walk in parallel across the street until I turn right.  Either he was going to the gym at the apartment I used to live in or he was going to another building and we work for the same company.  And he texted me a hello back a couple hours later and Idfk what to do with it. My cards were all on the table and meeting outgoing coffee friends in a fairly reserved environment is great but ermahgerd! Thank fuck I wasn’t slummimg it and looked cute af.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

Goth club shenanigans

Story time!

Last night at the goth club I was dancing next to my friends and noticed up by the booths there was a guy with gorgeous long hair talking to a friend of his. I was trying to figure out if/how/what/ermahgerd/should I go talk to him? Is this intruding? Idk?! We can’t predict reciprocation but I wanted to try in a polite and non intrusive manner so I decided offering to get his next drink when he was ready. He was nursing his current drink pretty slowly so I was like eh.. and I didn’t want to interrupt his conversation with his friend. It’s also super loud in there and you can’t really have a conversation unless you’re super close to someone and am not willing to close that gap unless invited. So I waited a while and wrote out on my phone that I didn’t want to yell over the music, but wanted to know if I could buy him a drink. I went back and forth on this and asked myself what’s the worst that could happen? He declines? That’s not bad. And I felt hot af, I was missing a fetish ball friends were throwing in Phoenix and dressed up for the occasion up here.

I walk over and show him my phone, he has trouble reading the tiny font so I sceenshot it and make it larger. It’s when I got close to him that I realized the club lighting was overly flattering and it was too late for me to abort mission and reneg (boy does this feel superficial af and brutally honest to write out / but we’d never approach anyone or reciprocate unless we were attracted so… yeah). He read the message and seemed pretty amused, whatevs. He accepts and says he’ll take a kraken and coke, I go to the bar and wait in line and text my wifey on messenger about the discovery and that I might need her to “rescue” me in a few minutes. Get his kraken and coke, I grab club soda for myself, and head back to him. His friend has since left him, I hand him the drink and sit down next to him and he isn’t starts chatting (which I appreciate) and then it’s nonstop. I guess this is good because I didn’t have to carry the conversation.

My friends are now peering over the half wall on the dance floor side and are highly entertained about this interaction. I think one of them gave a thumbs up? We start talking music and I realize he’s a total gutter punk at heart and was toned down in attire. And that’s cool, but yeah uhhmm, I say that I really want to go dance and he’s all “you should” and I do, and I go back to my friends and they thought it looked like things were going great so I said “look at your phone” and they were like “oh.” The icing on this cake is talking to one of my friends later who knew exactly who I was talking about when describing what had happened and mentioned he was og. He mentioned being in the scene since the early 90’s and she said he had to be in his 50’s. He looks great for his age, and that’s true, but I was so thrown off. It was so awkward, and my friends didn’t see the text to pull me out. I pushed myself to do a thing and not worry about the outcome. It was hilarious, I had a great night. I got a lot of complements on my outfit. The end.