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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.

Period flu, or something

I was at some crazy con that was this mix of defcon and blizzcon. There was so much going on but all I can think about was someone pulling me aside saying they knew I’d been seeing him and I was like what? They knew I’d been doing the on again off again thing with Josh because my parents had hired them to figure out why I was so miserable and they were there to disseminate what they had found.  This lady and I “bumped into each other” at the grocery store (like WF or something) and kept going to the same places with our carts until she probably noticed some expression on my face and tried to make like of it by saying it reminded her of this other thing she missed shopping together with others and how communal it was, and I was all yeah and mentioned how it reminded me of Handmaids Tale and having to shop in pairs.

Anyway, she made that comment about being aware of things and I was like what?  She started getting specific and convinced me to go to a closed off area at the con where she had a TV set up, a folder with timelines and other info printed out, and recordings.  She started a video and Josh was at an arcade with a blonde chick like they were on a date.  I wondered when the cctv recording was from and found a date of 7/1. There was another recording from a few days later but the lady determined it was best not to show it, I was about to push her for it but stopped myself when she followed up with believing it was in my best interest and I realized all that recording would have shown was them hooking up, and she was right I didn’t need to see anything else.  I realized it occurred the weekend before his birthday.  What got me was her mentioning him saying this chick was easily forgettable, and Idk if that was commentary under his breath to himself or said to someone else in passing but all I could think was wtf is this? He’s lying to Anna, he’s lying to me… maybe.  He’s on video trying to impress some chick he thinks is easily forgettable but has told me in the past that I’m unforgettable.

Here I was at this con and he was there too, and Idk if we’d begun speaking a little again or if he chose to attend assuming I would be there because it’s my kind of thing and he knew there’d be a high probability of running into me.  There had been a lot of tension and confusion, maybe a moment of resentment then intrigue.  We’d interacted before I was pulled aside and all this data was presented.  I was being risky with my behavior, we’d been alone in rooms discussing things, and there was one instance where at the end of one of the con days I was stripping a button down shirt off before retreating into the bathroom.  I was on my period which was annoying, unfortunate timing, and there’s some irony because of the week we met (Oh, I’m also on my period irl right now too and experienced “period flu” for the first time in Friday.  The shivering was so bad I almost went to the ER thinking it was TSS or some other infection.  Definitely didn’t mean to tangent away from the dream here). So in the dream I had this idea to hop in the shower a few minutes before him to clean up and wash my hair, I didn’t have to worry about not getting it wet, and then I could reenact an old dream where I went down on him in a shower, and we could have shower sex and I wouldn’t have to worry about a mess.  

And then this lady found me and told me about his other affair and I was like… I can’t fucking deal with this.  Plans changed.  It’s off.  I was in the shower by myself thinking about all this before turning the water on, and Josh came back to the room and I had noooo idea what I was going to say, if anything.  Everything he’s said to me all these years was bs, I was just another chick with a sex drive who was willing to do something about it, and then I woke up. 

Come at me

This is a dream I don’t want to forget but a lot of it is gone after getting up and thinking about a million things in the shower. I was inside some small indoor cabana type place, like the cabanas you can rent at large casino pools in Vegas instead this one had a glass wall and glass door and it had its own climate control.  I looked at the mirrored door on the closet then at my reflection in another mirror by the futon I was on (it was super low) and my hair was super long again.  I looked a little different but was still me.  I was waiting for someone or something but decided I should get up and venture out, almost bumping people when I got out the door and headed for the stairs.  

I was walking around outside trying to find the path back into the building across the grassy area. It was hilly, and this suddenly looked like it could have been some building in a tech park. I tried walking on what looked like a little dirt path through the grass and was on the side of the building when I noticed the ground looked really gray and mushy. Was it dried clay or gloppy concrete? I stepped gently and my foot began to sink so I went around.  Inside the space looked like some of the corporate chill out areas with couches everywhere and decor resembling what you’d expect from some new American restaurant trying they’re best to look cozy and contemporary.  I was sitting at a table in the main room with two other women I considered “sisters” in a witchy context.  I’m sure one was Dorcas and the other was Prudence.   looked out the window earlier and noticed waves splashing at the glass, this building was on the water.  And then when I looked again noticed it was almost raining sideways. All I could think was that I should have been leaving soonish for work but forget that.  I don’t remember everything in that conversation but we were talking about someone in another room who may have been another sister, making the four of us stronger. I already felt strong on my own, but I felt invincible if I was with them and we had a common goal.  There was talk about an announcement happening but we didn’t know when.  The three of us decided to get up and walk over to the other rooms when I saw a chick on my left wearing wings and some black and red outfit wondering if she was trying to cosplay Misa from Death Note.  Someone was being elevated to a divine status and when I got to the third room I felt pretty good, like it was going to be me but I was incognito until the last moment. It was like Padme doing her thing while she had a decoy Amidala. We kept walking through and my familiar (all of a sudden I have one) asks me if I’d ever been up against a god or a demigod or something like that and I was all no? And then I saw her, this woman with short brown hair was standing in the middle of the room and she looked right at me like she was going to come after me.  They were going to follow through with my decoy instead of with me and I wasn’t sure if they struck some deal or felt she was better aligned with their motives or if she manipulated them but this was bad.  I wasn’t sure where the fourth sister was, maybe we were sensing her? And this is where I woke up. Sigh.

1/2/2016

Learning to love you from a distance is still a struggle. Some days I do better than others and others I’m a mess. I miss you, it’s like you’re dead to me, or I’m dead to you, and all I want to do is figure out how to summon you, what spell does it take? What do I need? Why won’t SMS, Signal, messenger, email, or picking up the phone work? Why are there no websites? Why does proof of your existence online no longer exist? I have no gravestone to mourn at. I have nowhere to send flowers. Or to bring them and place them in person. I still wish I knew I’d see you again, regardless of the circumstances. I want to see proof that you’re still alive, I want to see you with my own eyes. Hear your voice. Touch your face. I’m never going to stop loving you, and I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that I’ll never do it in your presence. I’ve had to learn that’s okay, and that loves not finite. I’ve known for years but haven’t been living it, like I’m scared to let go of a part of myself, or you. I’ve been forever changed after you, so you’re kind of stuck. A little bit of you will always be with me whether you’re okay with it or acknowledge it or not. I can treat this like I’ve treated other things. Different but still capable of loving someone just as hard and just as fierce and passionate. Unfiltered, uninhibited. None of this conflicts the other, I can hold space for both, I just have to allow myself to live it. I can only “talk” to you through the void.

You were like a dream, cause you never came true

I seem to be at the 5 year mark since the last big shift, first at 21 then 26. This is welcome and terrifying, there’s so much more on this one. I really don’t mean to be cryptic I’m just still trying to figure it out for myself. I thought I was done asking myself how I’ll ever get through this. The other day I didn’t have this kind of hesitation inside, but I need to keep moving forward. I still need to get my thoughts out on the haven, and defcon is this weekend. That’s just one of many things in my life I wanted to share. I wanted to share that experience with you, among many others. Some wistful trap that turns melancholic keeps pulling me in, it’s been a lot stronger lately.. maybe it’s from how heavy the stress is and wanting a distraction or a happy memory no matter where it comes from? I don’t know what I need right now.

Lately I just keep making paper stars.

Lippy

I had the hardest time finding fetish gear in this dream and it was incredibly annoying.  I was at this clothing shop during a sale and was looking for old school Lip Service style clothing, like 90’s and early 2000’s goth aesthetic and there wasn’t much, then thought about the plastic harnesses is seen previously and remembered Apatico had become big and wanted to see their stuff.  I wandered around and found accessories but not what I was looking for.  A glass case against the wall by the check out counter had a lot of stuff I recognized in there and I realized they were all things I already owned, I was convinced they were actually mine.  I kept walking around and went into another large room, where there were a lot of art supplies, then on another wall shiny trinkets and decor, again not what I was looking for at the moment.  I walked back out to the main area and went back around the corner and up stairs to another room where there was a lady I’d seen earlier, and needed to retrieve my clothes back, she had them (along with someone else’s normy clothes) under the mattress in a made bed stating something about it not being good if the kids found it? 

I left and went in next door, it seemed like an open studio or some other business in various states of setup or breakdown:  I wandered into another room where I saw a naked woman on a chaise lounge or something, and other in the middle of the room.  They weren’t coherent, I couldn’t tell if they were strung out or just sleep deprived and tired.  The natural lighting in the room was great so maybe this was a studio?  There was a guy (who was dressed) standing by the woman in the middle of the room who turned to look at me and this is where I went from confused to feeling like I’d just walked in on something and immediately turned around and walked out.  I heard him chase after me and went into some other room by the kitchen and chilled by a desk.  I heard him saying something (can’t remember what) and came back out.  A few people were coming down the stairs and exiting, I was accusing the guy of something but the two women eventually showed up wearing dresses and seemed fine.  One really wanted to see my nails and took my hand, and while we were talking she snapped off my right index and middle nails in the middle so they were level with the tips of my fingers. And I said wtf and she said so they could be something different than the stones set inside the acrylic and I was like… you don’t snap them off and reshape them, you fill them and change it then, and she was like ohh. And that pissed me off more. 

I was walking around an office I’d been in a the start of the dream, and for the first time in the dream wearing a pink top and gray slacks.  I passed Jösh walking out of a conference room in a hall and he was talking to someone.  His hair was like it was at the 2014 holiday party and I just wanted to play with it but I was supposed to be mad and avoidant, gdi.  He was also wearing a suit jacket but it was a dark green instead of the blue one irl, and then I noticed he was only wearing boxers under instead of slacks and realized it was a mockery of something from earlier in the dream with me not wearing much.  I can’t remember the start of this dream well, but damn. Lol 

Johnathan

I had a strange and busy dream but woke up a few times this morning and only have a few pieces of it left in memory. I was walking around a lot and for some reason fell asleep outside the kitchen door on a porch. Like I didn’t feel like going inside, but woke up from a nap (it’s dark out the entire time) and noticed there was some snow on the ground, it was a really light powder but it was sparkly and looked like it had been on the ground for a while.  I also wanted to go skinny dipping in the hot spring back there, I was already naked for unknown reasons, yay dream logic, and walked on the crunchy snow by the water to dip my toes in. It was warm but not as hot as I’d hoped.  The water was also super dark because it wasn’t a well lit area so I changed my mind and decided to grab a towel off a chair and head inside. 

One interesting bit was sitting in a room, not sure of it was a bedroom or a room I converted into an art room but I was doing some mixed multimedia piece that was tangible, but I “scrolled up” on my drafting table (I really want one of those) and there were other cut pots and pieces I didn’t remember that I needed to arrange.  Then I grabbed a piece of art I didn’t recognize, then another, and wondered who did them.  They were good, and I wasn’t sure if some of them were water color on heavy textured paper, but a bigger piece had a kind of note written on the bottom right quadrant and explained it was the previous person who lived here, Idk if they were alone or had roommates, but it briefly explained some economic hardships and also mentioned food scarcity.  It made me very sad they went through this, that they weren’t around anymore, and that we’d never met. 

I was out, clothed, and it was daylight.  I left my car in a parking space around the corner from where I was going, it was almost set up like Town Square by the Sephora on the way to the Apple Store, and  I forgot the art piece I brought with me in the car and had to walk back.  Instead of only business being above retail, it was a mix of office space and residential in the area and I was going to see Johnathan. I was super excited cause it had been forever and I thought about kissing him when he opened the door but I kept going back and forth downstairs cause I kept forgetting things I had to go back for before I woke up. 🙁 

Dreams sabotaging me. 

The present

Thinking of you I lie awake
Longing to suffocate
Spilling my tears as you turn awayLight cast onto a memory
Darkens the scenery
I can’t know you the way you know me

Visions of you through clouds of smoke
Inhale until I choke
Filling my lungs but now I’m aloneCold as an emptiness consumes
Rain dripping in my wounds
You don’t want me the way I want you

The Past

Wait (wait)
I’m not the one that you should blame (blame)
I never meant to cause you pain (pain)
I’ve gotta go, it’s getting late
So late
Yeah

She said, “You look at me, don’t try to run, don’t try to leave”
She said, “You won’t believe what I have done, what I have seen”
(Yeah)
She said, “You belong to me, don’t try to run, don’t try to leave”
She said, “You don’t wanna see what I will do if I can’t have you””What can I do if I can’t have you, my captive love?

Shame (shame)
I’ve tried my luck, planned my escape (‘scape)
Your captive love, I can’t be claimed (claimed)
I’ve gotta go, it’s getting late
So late”What can I do if I can’t have you?
What can I do if I can’t have you, my captive love?
My captive love”
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You stole my heart
Ripped it apart
And claimed your own
Right from the start
You played the part
Reap what you sow
(Yeah)
You stole my heart
Ripped it apart
And claimed your own
Right from the start
You played the part
Reap what you sow

What can I do if I can’t have you?
What can I do if I can’t have you, my captive love?”

A wistful dream

I was PSAS oncall in a huge office like the old GD building in AZ, some manager calls and I explain how the oncall rotates between the main team and how our team handles overflow. His team by the lobby is the original team but my team had just recently gotten involved and the guy didn’t get how the resolver group was rotating. I walked out and went to the stand alone bathroom to isolate myself and get some space, it was like the outside bathrooms at Town Square except they were large single bathrooms instead of stalls. I was about to leave after collecting myself when I took a call from the manager’s assistant and he was having issues cause he saw some bad feedback and I wasn’t sure if it was Chris or work drama and politics or if I made a good call and someone got mad since I wasn’t anywhere where I could look up what was being discussed.

I hear a knock at the door then heard Jösh calling my name and asking me to open the door. I was annoyed and refused but couldn’t leave and turned my back to the door (it was a decent sized room). He kept knocking on the door for a while, then I heard Trev’s voice asking me to open the door so I did, she comes in with another friend and then Jösh followed and I had no idea what to do.  He pulled them for help to try and reconcile, and she had some workbook with her from some resource that was supposed to help her or work as a guide idk.

I was aggravated, but hurt more than anything. I couldn’t trust this even though I wanted to more than anything.  He said some things and I shot them down omw out the door, saying things like how someday I’ll have a family with someone else and will do all these things and on holidays, and he’ll be alone working because he’s always put it first and it’s always been his escape. He called my name out and said “please don’t go” when I stepped through the threshold, but came back in and he was across the suite in bed looking miserable. 

I didn’t know what the “proper” thing to do was so I let impulse take over and ran over and jumped into bed next to him so I could hug and cuddle him. I started asking questions like what would he do differently and he started talking about the future with both of us in it and that was different, I was hurting so bad that it took us going through all this to get here, he mentioned something about rows on airplanes and trips, I wanted to make a comment about him giving me children, and it wasn’t because I was expecting them or expecting him to completely take everything back, it’s the concept that we could discuss any future or possibility and it wouldn’t throw him off.  I melted into him, it had been years and I didn’t even know what to make of any of this but didn’t care.  He asked me if I’d been drawing and I said no, both the question and answer implied it had been a while, maybe years.  I had to get up and go back to my office, a coworker had messaged me saying he was leaving early because of the World Cup and I hadn’t realized he was taking the afternoon.

When I tried to get up Jösh pulled me closer and kissed me before letting me go.  I got up and turned around the corner to go up the stairs, it was dark inside the house and it was huge, Trev was still around somewhere (she followed behind me up the stairs) but idk where the other guy went.  Jösh had gone somewhere else in the house but Idk where either, and someone else at the company started narrating a tour as I walked through the house, one bedroom had a bunk bed I hadn’t noticed until she mentioned and I made some association with twins, she was talking about what furniture and stuff was staying with he house and my first thought was this was way too much house for my needs, and I don’t have kids and can’t have them so… 

I was vpn’d on my phone and chatting with someone at work I didn’t know but who was a previous oncall for the psas thing and I was asking if they could step in because we were down a person, and they didn’t have the setup on their computer so I was trying to pass off the old extension info I was using and would just switch whenever I got back. I wandered the house and then ended up at some crazy lowes ikea like place with Sabrina and we were walking around and in the distance I saw some huge rat run across an aisle and was like Sabrina! She wasn’t paying attention and then was like what? But it was too late.  Then Ryan (di’s bf) was there and sabrina was pushing him in a cart while they discussed what they were getting there, she was talking about a dresser that was large enough to make space at his place for her, she was intermittently speaking French to him, they were flirting and it was odd (I think my brain swapped priest for him).  A little afte that I woke up. I was so fucking warm and happy in that dream, I felt Jösh  squeeze me tight, he made the effort to track down my friend and mentor, came to Seattle, apologized, promise me a lot of very wonderful things that would take the rest of our lives to make happen, and I believed them all because I wanted to and I wanted to live that life he described.  It’s the first time in a long time a dream like this didn’t make me cry.

I’d like to believe in a parallel universe this happened and we get to spend our lives making each other happy and doing everything we’ve ever wanted to do. I guess dream me gets that, and it’s nice. 

4.6 – 2:51 AM

This morning I woke up to my house shaking and my bed jerking forward then slamming into the wall. Downstairs my painting fell off the mantle and I heard it hit the floor. I got dressed and ran downstairs, checked on mom, USGS hadn’t updated yet and my only confirmations of an earthquake were from Twitter. It didn’t feel like the worst earthquake ever, even though it’s only the second one I’ve ever felt, but I was asleep when it started and due to being in bed assumed I might not have been able to properly gauge it. I made mom get up and get dressed. The earthquake isn’t the scariest part of this, it’s the tsunami if ones going to come.

I know the history of the 1700 quake and the “orphan tsunami” that hit Japan 12 hours later. There are accounts from indigenous people on both continents, there are geological records and ghost forests in the soil. There’s the Cascadian subduction zone, the Seattle fault going through Bainbridge and Sodo, and the Whidbey fault diagonally slicing through the area. These faults aren’t well known, we don’t know how long they are and geologists are still trenching through eastern Washington trying to verify how far they go.

I’ve been concerned since I moved here knowing the area was overdue. An exercise Washington state ran (with some local government from Canada joining in.. not sure if it was just B.C.) originally recommended being prepared for 3 days on your own in an emergency and then revised it to two weeks. Two weeks. If this area is damaged that bad I expect it to be from “the big one” and the entire area would be under water because it’s all so low. Puget sound can surge, it can have a tsunami, and there have been models expecting damage anywhere from destroying everything west of i5, to anything west of the Cascades. We’re all in that, there’s no good escape route other than going east, and it’s really hopeless because road conditions will be bad and if a tsunami from North America was able to hit Japan in 12 hours, it’ll be on our coast within minutes. And this place isn’t on a grid because of all the hills and it takes half an hour to go 10 miles, everything’s stacked against us here. I hate it, it gives me so much anxiety.

I’ve been paying attention to the earthquakes in Ridgecrest being felt all over the Southwest, friend’s in Vegas, Phoenix, and LA have confirmed feeling them. It’s being felt in San Diego. There were two quakes around the size of the one here and 24 hours later a 7.1 hit. The geographical shifts in the desert can be observed from satellite images in space. With that and all of the activity in Alaska in USGS, I knew our faults were the last to go, and this morning I knew exactly what was happening. I was validated and terrified. I’m less than 2 miles from the water. There’s no high ground to get to and your best bet is leaving town through the 90 and into the mountains, it takes too long to get there.

I couldn’t get back to sleep and emailed the office I was taking a sick day. I napped a little. I’m thinking of moving a first aid kit to the trunk and I need to review my bug-out bag. It’s impossible to know if this morning was the big quake in the series or if it’s a foreshock before the main event. There have been aftershocks in my area and the next 48 hours are worrisome, but we never really know when these things will happen. Beyond the threat of structural damage earthquakes aren’t that scary. I’m scared of the water.

Danger

Just got home and am processing a couple things I couldn’t while driving. Went and grabbed food and drinks with a friend and while getting him back to his car an SUV was obviously driving drunk, while watching him I didn’t notice another car was about to blow through a red light on my right and my friend yelled for me to stop. I stopped as soon as I got in the intersection and the other car stopped almost in the middle, realized he didn’t have the green, and backed up behind the line before I cleared the intersection. Thankfully he was with me to stop me from getting tboned. I would have caught the car out of the corner or my eye too late if I was by myself.

While I was driving home I noticed two police cars pulled over another vehicle. As I passed I saw the guy in handcuffs on the shoulder. My first thought was wondering what happens to someone’s car when they get a dui? I guess it gets towed and impounded? Idk but that makes sense. My second thought was, there are too many drunk drivers out right now. I mean no one should drive drunk but I passed three in my 30 minute commute home and one definitely almost totaled my car.

What year is this?!

I’ve been watching my friends cats for a few days while she’s out of town for a funeral. She’s only a few miles from me so I’ve beeb going over to feed them and hang out. It’s been nice having my “own” space with kitties. I’m dealing with a period for the first time in four months, the thing just kamikazed me a few mornings ago, and it’s been extra heavy, painful, exhausting, and I’ve been hungry af so today I grabbed Taco Bell and headed over to feed the cats, then sat on the couch to eat like a trash panda and binge watch NGE since it dropped on Netflix. I started this yesterday, how am I already on episode 23?!?! I’ve seen Rebuild since but never ran all the way through the series since the first time when I was 14.

Now we have flat screen TVs, tablets, and streaming content on high speed Internet. Way better than being on a folding chair in a small home office in front of an e machines pentium II computer with burned cd’s a friend provided in high school. It’s funny how over the years I did come to relate to Misato over Rei, and this did age very well. Oh god, I guess now… now I basically drive my dream car, have some career in an operations context (currently), live somewhere far from where I grew up where there’s trees and water and mountains, live in a very comfortable home I’ve created, am definitely not a virgin anymore (I still hate the connotations around that), definitely have had my heart broken, have broken hearts myself, have done a lot of shit teenage me never would have imagined, and still feel like there’s a really long list of stuff waiting to be checked off. I don’t know if 14 year old me would be proud, it’s not like I had any idea of what’s I wanted or knew what the future would look like, but this would have been shocking. I hope I’d have some compassion and understanding for the traumas and health issues and struggles that have occurred over the years. I still try to get better at this as an adult.

Well, the cats have been nice. Picking up my friend from the airport tomorrow will be nice, and seeing other friends the last couple days have been great. The nostalgia of things have been eating at me pretty hard the last few days. It hadn’t even occurred to me to blame pms, but that’s not like me anyway. I got a birthday reminder from Amazon, I didn’t need that reminder. I don’t need an email to remember. How tf is it already 2:30am?

Hatsukoi

I have not allowed myself to listen to Utada’s music for years, until tonight. This wasn’t planned, I’ve been digging for new music (and attempting to keep up with a steady supply of the darker witchier stuff currently spinning in Phoenix). I’ve been all over the map lately, when I usually go through music phases and binge through a genre for a few weeks, then switch out to another. A lot of tangents tonight brought me to seek her out, and Hatsukoi has been out for a year, but I wasn’t ready yet. I don’t know why (I guess I can kind of feel why) I was okay to peek, and was pleasantly surprised. We went full circle in 20 years of music, and I feel like I went full circle in some personal things over the last few years too.

I’ve been so cautious for so long, all while thinking I’d been taking risks and huge jumps at certain milestones. But that’s a lie I tell myself, the benchmarks I’ve compared against aren’t that high, and a lot of people are paralyzed to go after what they truly want, or to test their potential to the limit. I’m still far away from that, and it’s been tough getting to that realization. I’m still not sure how to push harder with health and other restrictions, sometimes I think I have a direction, sometimes I think it’s wrong and I go in circles, and sometimes I don’t have a clue and just try to brute force until I see something.

I’m rambling at 1:58am, I guess it’s been a while. I haven’t gotten enough sleep in a long time (excluding the occasional weekend sleep in binges) and it’s mostly circumstantial, but I’m working on fixing it.

I haven’t been able to sit down and think out / write out the last week of my life. It’s the most important week to date, more important than any achievement, failure, trauma, or happiness I’ve ever experienced… and I still can’t believe I’m saying that. It cracked something open, and I’ve carried so much stuff around my entire adulthood (and teenage years if I’m being honest) that hasn’t served me. My biggest trauma is at 17, it’s always stood out the most, so much that I’d legitimately forgotten about the damage I took as a child, that I forgot about the damage at 16 right before the catastrophic events at 17, and sure I remembered 24, but I didn’t even know how to process this last February. And I’m livid at that one the most right now, promising myself I’d never get hurt again, or I’d kill them even if it cost my own life. It’s so fresh! February was what, not even 5 months ago? But this was so different and confusing, I guess they all are. I agreed to participate, but I never agreed to someone changing the game on me mid act. That’s not consent, and it took me until last week to validate that, and myself, and to begin processing it. I was bleeding, jfc. I’ve been celibate ever since, I can’t even be around people in certain contexts. This is all shitty. I hate how much space this takes up, that this is reality, that the statistics line up and none of this is unique.

Last week I was in the mountains in Utah working this out. I’ll try to elaborate on that when I have an extensive amount of time to type at a computer. I want to.

Stares

There’s nothing very important to put on here… not really, everything is important and I could write all evening until the witching hour. But this is all irrelevant event if it carries significant weight because the world is on fucking fire. It has been for a long time, and the issues are vast and systemic and curated. Everyone I know is struggling in multiple ways. I have friends trying to leave abusive relationships, friends losing pets, struggling financially, having career issues, health issues, and it just goes on. I’ve watched friends lose their rights, lose any semblance of normalcy, and go back to fearing for their lives. Only it’s louder, it’s been amplified and emboldened. And here I am, watching terrible things roll through.

I’ve decided to opt for tubal ligation. It’s something I’ve thought about off and on for a couple years. I’ve considered the medical risk since it takes me a long time to heal, but also not being sure I could carry to term or if I’d die. I have ethical issues with bringing another life into the world and all of the implications that come with it, and decided if I ever got to that stage in my life, I’d want to adopt. There are too many kids waiting for families, and I don’t need blood to make a family. I probably won’t be married and ready to start a family within the next few years anyway, and the only way I’d end up pregnant now is through force, and I refuse to carry a pregnancy against my will. And I know it would kill me inside to abort. I know that I’m lucky here (so far) for living in a progressive area, but nothing is guaranteed and I don’t know how the landscape is going to change as time goes on.

Still trying to fix work life balance, still trying to get enough sleep, and get more time for activity in general. I’m more tired now than usual, it’s just going downhill. I’m so tired.

Confrontation

Had a very choppy and busy dream, there was one part where I was walking through a crowded outdoor market after work omw home and was behind this (imaginary) lady who was higher up in my company, as we kept walking we ended up at her patio and there were a bunch of people and kids hanging around, she owned orchards and some other agriculture so I asked what was currently for sale and she said hazelnuts. But they were actually Brazil nuts (didn’t realize it in the dream). She offered for me to stay for dinner and I said sure and this kid (maybe around jr high age?) sits next to me on the couch and hands me a plate but I’m having trouble eating the steak due to teeth pain. She comes up with a cheesy omelet and I feel bad about the extra effort but am grateful. She’s done and gets up to go do her thing, by then everyone else had cleared out so I’m awkwardly sitting in the corner of this couch with my partially eaten omelet and I place it on the coffee table. The lady from before comes back and starts to cuddle me and all I could think to myself was “wasn’t she wearing a pink sweater earlier?” Cause now she was in slacks and a black bra and I was all confused like… we didn’t even discuss this tho? I mean I like this, but shouldn’t there have been some dialogue?

Then I was at a Johnathan’s house to pick something up and was petting the dogs there. I walked over to another room in the hall and yelled for his son to come out and say hi, he said sorry and didn’t realize I was over and came out. My parents were strangely with me (this is the strange part?) and we’re wandering between the kitchen and front room, people started coming over and I hadn’t realized it was a get together, the kitchen was getting busier. I saw my rapist’s son walk by me, not acknowledge me, and the. Turn his back to me while leaning against the back of a couch. I made a couple general comments loudly and he chose to ignore my presence. He was very tall now, and last time I saw him irl he was taller than me but not by much. I had decided if/when his father showed up, I was going to very loudly and aggressively detail the terrible things he did to me as a teenager so no one could look away and would have to see how he confronted the truth of his actions. Someone had made a comment to someone else about how he’d become sickly and I rolled my eyes. Eventually the door opened with another group coming in and there was my rapist, in a wheelchair, looking even worse than I’d imagined previously. He looked at least 20 years older than he actually is, he’d shaved off that awful duck dynasty level beard he had in a photo of seen, he still looked absolutely disgusting, but I recognized him instantly when we locked eyes. We never broke that eye contact when he came in and wheeled past me, and we just glared at each other. I wanted to start calling him out immediately but it was loud from all the fingers in the room and everyone was scattered. While passing me he stopped to turn in his chair and make some nasty comment, I can’t even remember what it was but I had no sympathy for whatever got him to his current state and was ready to put him in his place when I woke up.