Strange Dreams

The sensor re:engine was convened in bitterly cold, snowy weather, somewhere in the middle of a wilderness at night. There was a large house that seemed to be a hybrid of the house I grew up in and the cabin we stayed in for New Years Eve a few years ago. Star5 wore her white and black hoody. burnunit and dcontaminent were in attendance, and for some reason, 433 was there, and came bursting in terribly frostbitten, wearing only shorts, and holding a tiny puppy he'd saved from the elements. Despite this weirdness, we were all happy and feeling creative and exploring the new strange house. One group of us explored inside the house, and another went trundling out into the wild to see what a large structure with lights on it was for, and how it might best be appropriated for our creativity.

I don't remember quite what happened, but soon there was a large array of lights coming from the field. Somehow, all of us in the house knew that we had awoken something in a sleeping military industrial complex, and that the engineers out in the wilderness couldn't know what they'd done. After a few minutes, we heard approaching fighter planes. We didn't know how to signal to the field team to stop whatever it was they were doing. The house suddenly became my parents', and I needed to go wake my Mom up for help.

I woke up at about 6am, thinking for a minute that I was staying in bed with my Mom, like I used to do as a kid when my Dad was out of town on business trips. Behind my eyes before they opened I saw the door out to the balcony and the silhouette of the poster bed from my parents old house.

***

March today.
The weather's not too bad. Cold, but sunny.

I hope the "In like a Lion, Out like a Lamb" can instead be applied to the wider emotional state of what used to be my close-knit circle of friends.

I realize change is inevitable, but it's written nowhere that I have to like it.
Damnit.

I'll take pith from my sci-fi.

You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe.