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11/26/09
I dreamed I was a bacterial chromosome being attacked by restriction enzymes. They kept menacing my restriction sites, and I was worried my sticky ends wouldn't match up again in the right order. It was so AWKWARD.

Why can't my lab class invade the more useful areas of my brain?

Nightmare about my computer getting a virus and crashing. Uh. That has nothing to do with the rest of the post.

Dear LiveJournal,
I had a truly wonderful day today. My dad and I had a good life-lessons chat on the drive up to Shyue’s place. He really is incredibly intelligent. I believe he is much smarter than I am, not even including the vast amounts of experience and practical cynicism that I decidedly lack. Also, he is right: both of us are quick to forgive ourselves (whether or not that has anything to do with blood type). And happy. That’s good.

Shyue and I went clothing shopping in a mall. We ate things first. Then we went shopping. It was fantastic; she is incredibly knowledgeable about fashion (which is many parts psychology and many parts art – it’s really not so bad, not when it's with her). I got to walk around with a pretty girl on my arm. Com’on, that’s pretty great. We walked into a kitchen appliance place and drank their coffee, used their sugar and milk, and then just left. Er. There were phone calls and baking... stuff? It was a very nice buildling. She helped me find a shirt and a pair of jeans that I like quite a lot. Nothing like what I wear now; apparently I generally dress like a 40-something year old? Bad yellow and white, no full length things. Learning. Expensive, but I really feel like the experience was worth it. This is probably the most fun I've ever had shopping for clothing. Ever. Shyue is incredibly reassuring to be around; I never not self-conscious, but she talks right through it with all mannner of patience and friendly insight.

This is starting to sound like a college essay. But with fragments.

Afterwords, we watched some semi-random youtube videos before heading out to Blockbuster (she drove) and eventually deciding on I Am Legend and Sunshine (skipping over things like Batman Begins, Cloverfield, ... TMNT?). Which we then proceeded to watch. And talk through/over/on. Zombie/vampire attacks are less scary with loud, cheerful piano overhead. Sunshine was an exercise in suspension of disbelief, but still entertaining. I like watching movies with her. I like discussing watched movies with her.

Dinner was dumplings that Shyue’s mother made by hand. They were very good dumplings. Director would have been jealous. We got a little bit of MacroEcon studying in there too, between movies. Only one question wrong, and it was a stupid question anyway (self-serving bias? No, it really was a stupid question. Or rather, their answers were stupid. Er, so there?) Studying is much more fun with a good friend. But, er, self? You really need to review your macro.

The car ride back was with D and Cordy. Cordy described Majora’s Mask, specifically the cow-stealing aliens (They). Then we almost ran out of gas, which was great fun and excitement after Sunshine’s omgeveryoneisgoingtodie (reestablished at regular intervals). Then Cordy described Twilight Princess, which sounds awesome and pretty and shiny.

( P.S. Also, randomly: )

Can’t stop the signal!


Edit 4/26/08: Another nightmare about the computer, this time just going haywire, not actually spewing popups all over. I think my subconscious is a little preoccupied here. If it has to make me anxious, why not in a more productive direction, such as, I dunno, AP TESTING?

Shyue, Da' really likes the jeans. He says, 'take you back there [into your friend's capable hands] tomorrow? :)'. Lol.

I had a dream last night. ... This morning. This morning, I had a dream that me and a group of friends (classmates, acquaintances, other people roughly my age) were attacked by zombies. We were in a smallish room at the edge of a larger complex. It was a pretty lived in room, actually, with messy large polished-wood desks and some sort of carpeting and a supply closet. There was an air vent by the closet and a small window-slit in the door.

The first time things went over pretty well. We didn't breathe too loudly and we didn't move very much. We tried not to talk, but Nat (... I don't know a Nat. I don't know.) did mention the air vent and how we needed to escape that way as soon as the coast was clear. There was screaming outside in the hallways, but it wasn't very loud. It was day, and the window light was pretty clear - it was as nice day out, is what I mean. Like this morning. So mostly, our room was just passed by.

The second time, things were very bad. I'm not exactly sure why there was a second time. Maybe my brain couldn't be bothered with coming up with a new dream, but anyway, I had the same dream again. Only this time, we got some other people in the room. And the zombies noticed, and broke through the door. It's like in that movie I saw over the summer, where the lurching people noticed the dog door and crawled through. Anyway, I remember it being really awkward scrambling out from under the things we were hiding under or behind, but we had to because we had been spotted and there was no good hiding. (There might have been some good for whoever was in the top part of the closet under the blue... mat-thing. I hope they got out through the air vent). Some of us were trying to push the others out (the heroes, whoever they were, so they could save the world or whatever) while the rest of us tried to hold off the zombies.

We fought for a little while. It didn't really count as fighting, maybe, because what could we do? We had no weapons and they were much stronger than us. They killed us all. They killed me. Right before I died, I do know that I was surprised. It was kind of like in a game. "Oh, we lost? We really die now?" I don't know, I think I was waiting for someone to save us. I was torn in half, pretty much, from where my neck joins my left shoulder and downwards. I think my left part fell to the ground but I was being held up by my head and that's really all I know because then I was dead. It didn't really hurt, but I was sad about us losing and about everyone being dead.

Maybe someone escaped, maybe someone got out of there, but I don't know. I doubt it. Next time, we should probably start shoving people up first thing, but what would be the point? The zombies would notice the room, get in, and kill everyone. If more people got into the vents, the zombies would just follow them and kill them there. There was a window; I don't know why we didn't run outside that way. There was green grass outside, and a nice sky. Maybe it was fake. Maybe the zombies had to stay inside the building? It wasn't that bad a dream. Like, it wasn't a nightmare. Everything was too detached. I should think of something to do, in case I have this dream again. This time, we're gonna win.

I had a dream the night before, too. Lily was in it, I think. And there was touch over the internet. Virtual bodies that could be sent across cyberspace. Lily's body-thing was visiting and I was asking her what it was like from her end, because I wanted to try going to the other side. And that's pretty much it. We were probably at a college dorm, much like where the, uh, zombies attacked the next night. Um. ... This was a good dream too.

Aaaaaand the night before that, I had a dream that I was gluing (pasting, more like) red maple leaves to planes of glass. Many many leaves one by one. And then someone else much larger than me (not exactly corporeal?) was pasting those glass sheets to the sky. We were decorating, preparing because someone special was going to visit very soon. Anyway, it was very pretty, even if it didn't make a great deal of sense.

The other day, I had a dream which seemed like a slight continuation of this one. In that I saw Teatime again. No, my subconscious is not fixated on someone… er, something

He was older this time, but still mostly in character. (I don’t think his shirt was black so not entirely IC. Plus he didn’t kill me.) No saliva swapping this time, we just shook hands. *stupid grin* I liked his hands. Slim, pale, with long fingers… kind of like pianist hands. And very very strong.. I think he could have crushed my hand if he wanted to (not if he was angry, just if he felt like it. See? In character). He smiled a lot; he has a nice smile. Face was still disconcerting, though. Eye definitely there (or rather, not) this time. I'm babbling now, aren't I.

There were other vague bits to the dream, involving another world which was a strange mix of whimsical and terrifying. Probably more of the latter. Both of these dreams were rather disturbing; I’m always so scared of him, but so attracted at the same time. I think the word I’m looking would be “thrilling”. Wossname. *happy sigh*

Last night, I had a really really long dream. In the first part, a couple of kids, including me, were split into pairs and given a tiny vase held upside-down for air, and then left toward the bottom of this really deep pool. We wouldn't be let out unless we collected all these items on these shelves under water. My partner and I survived. I don't know who else did.

The last two-thirds of it involved my brother, who decided to try on this golden glove thing. It gave him an extra finger and incredible strength, but if he took it off, it would rip one of his fingers off. A new friend of mine told us about this one boy who used the glove to kill an old farmer, but later got caught (by her, no less) because of the bleedingstub of a finger the glove left. Later, it began to corrupt my brother's mind and he went nuts, doing all these little evil things. I kept trying to stop him but, eventually he ended up trying to slit my wrist. My friend, who had given us the glove to protect, had already warned us this might happen. I fled and hid in a piano room at school, where I couldn't play the piano without a key. I kept trying to keep my head down incase I got caught. Out of the blue, all the students, my music teacher, and I were surrounded and attacked by men with big guns, led by my bro. It was actually pretty frightening. We tried to use the pianos as shields, but the men holding the guns were _big_ men. It was a mess. I don't know what happened to my new friend, who was in the classroom.
...stupid glove.

The weird thing is, I can't even classify this as a nightmare. I haven't had one of those for ages.