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Back at work. Some dimwit left the heat turned up to 82, which literally didn’t matter, it was 66 in here anyway. I turned it down to 70, not that that matters. I came bundled up because duh, this building has no insulation and the climate control doesn’t work in *any* weather, and it’s 11 degrees outside.
I scraped the ice off my car after I got to work because I’d tried before I left and it was immovable. I mean, I got most of it off, but. My windshield wipers wouldn’t actually touch my windshield, which was great. So I got in, clocked in, then went back outside and pried all the bits of ice off with a scraper and my literal fingernails. Ugh.
I had a weird dream and I actually remember it so I’m writing it down. I’ve mostly forgotten it but a few scraps are left. Sort of dumb dreams, and I guess I can kind of see where it all came from. (Some, clearly, from the gas company’s announcement that we’re all doomed. They did rescind it but it got me to close off the guest room and put up the insulated drapes in the kitchen, so. I guess it wasn’t all bad.)
#1 the furnace didn’t work in this… big… house… we were in… I don’t know who “we” were, I never dream as myself. I mean, I was a me, it was first-person, but I don’t know who I was. There were a lot of people, and I don’t remember who any of them were; not real-life people, surely, but I felt like they were at the time. Anyway, the furnace wasn’t working, so we were using a kerosene heater, or a series of them, and I was worried about soot staining the nail heads in the drywall, because I know that happens sometimes.
#2 We had to get out of the house. I don’t mean like, we had to flee, but we were told we had to remove ourselves from the house and it was going to be demolished. So we all grabbed our suitcases and such and worked to get ourselves out, but then I was like, “but all the stuff in the house is going to be lost when they tear it down and that’s stupid, it’s good stuff, why?” so I was going through with big garbage cans trying to salvage the stuff that was clearly unused and valuable, just pitching it into boxes and cans and dragging it out to the lawn. We didn’t have a moving truck or anything, and everyone else was just sort of standing around, but I was like, “We’re going to have to re-buy all this shit, so I’m going to try and salvage what I can, because it’s stupid to throw things away and re-buy them.”
Only as I was starting to wake up did I start to get upset about, you know, the expected trauma of being uprooted from all one’s possessions like that, and like, trying to strategize the most expensive things– in the dream-world, I’d been prioritizing unopened containers of things because it was stupidest to re-purchase such things, but as I was starting to wake up I was like duh jewelry electronics and furniture.
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Back at work. Some dimwit left the heat turned up to 82, which literally didn’t matter, it was 66 in here anyway. I turned it down to 70, not that that matters. I came bundled up because duh, this building has no insulation and the climate control doesn’t work in *any* weather, and it’s 11 degrees outside.
I scraped the ice off my car after I got to work because I’d tried before I left and it was immovable. I mean, I got most of it off, but. My windshield wipers wouldn’t actually touch my windshield, which was great. So I got in, clocked in, then went back outside and pried all the bits of ice off with a scraper and my literal fingernails. Ugh.
I had a weird dream and I actually remember it so I’m writing it down. I’ve mostly forgotten it but a few scraps are left. Sort of dumb dreams, and I guess I can kind of see where it all came from. (Some, clearly, from the gas company’s announcement that we’re all doomed. They did rescind it but it got me to close off the guest room and put up the insulated drapes in the kitchen, so. I guess it wasn’t all bad.)
#1 the furnace didn’t work in this… big… house… we were in… I don’t know who “we” were, I never dream as myself. I mean, I was a me, it was first-person, but I don’t know who I was. There were a lot of people, and I don’t remember who any of them were; not real-life people, surely, but I felt like they were at the time. Anyway, the furnace wasn’t working, so we were using a kerosene heater, or a series of them, and I was worried about soot staining the nail heads in the drywall, because I know that happens sometimes.
#2 We had to get out of the house. I don’t mean like, we had to flee, but we were told we had to remove ourselves from the house and it was going to be demolished. So we all grabbed our suitcases and such and worked to get ourselves out, but then I was like, “but all the stuff in the house is going to be lost when they tear it down and that’s stupid, it’s good stuff, why?” so I was going through with big garbage cans trying to salvage the stuff that was clearly unused and valuable, just pitching it into boxes and cans and dragging it out to the lawn. We didn’t have a moving truck or anything, and everyone else was just sort of standing around, but I was like, “We’re going to have to re-buy all this shit, so I’m going to try and salvage what I can, because it’s stupid to throw things away and re-buy them.”
Only as I was starting to wake up did I start to get upset about, you know, the expected trauma of being uprooted from all one’s possessions like that, and like, trying to strategize the most expensive things– in the dream-world, I’d been prioritizing unopened containers of things because it was stupidest to re-purchase such things, but as I was starting to wake up I was like duh jewelry electronics and furniture.
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