Nonwork Weekends

“Each day, in itself begins with it an eternity.”
–Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

The only explaination for the fact I slept til almost noon today is that I caught a small cold from Mom. She had a checkup and got her shots a few days ago. She’s developped allergic reactions to it including an almost painful rash in her arm and a small cold. Neither of us are very sick, but tired and we sneeze more than often. She never had allergic reactions to shots before, but we’ve both surmised that now she is over 50 that her body is no longer the same. She is also being made to take a Calcium supplement. I use to drink milk in the mornings every day, but for the past year, I just drink hot water. Mom drinks more milk than any of us now, and it’s good for her. I’m bones are done growing now so this isn’t the worst time to stop drinking so much of the stuff. I still love it, but I have to learn to incorporate it in my life again.

So in my long sleep, I had a dream that was more or less cohesive. It started with me going to the library really early in the day. Later at night, I went to the grocery store to buy something, but I realized I had left my coat (which had my wallet) at the library. I was cold, and it was almost 8PM at night. I got my coat and ran into Fran Drescher at the movie theatre beside the supermarket (it’s been gone for years). We small chatted, and then I went back towards the corner by the supermarket. There was a lot of people on all four crosswalks. Then gun shots ran out and all these guys dressed in white linen costumes came out. They were like the KKK costumes except they had had hoods. I couldn’t get away, and these guys were everywhere. There was mayhem and fear, but we were told not to move. I could not believe we were in a hostage situation in this city, but evidently, terrorists. They started grabbing random people to hold onto to make the others cooperate. Before I could do anything, someone had grabbed my neck from behind with one arm and stuck a knife to my throat with another. I started breathing heavily as I was scared and I could feel the blad digging into my throat making the smallest cut, but not enough to draw blood yet. The man who held me was under the hood and wearing sunglasses at night. He started giving orders to the other guys around him and telling everyone to calm down. He assured everyone that it would be all over soon. People started getting rounded up, but he still held onto to me. He led me go, and momentarily took off his hood and sunglasses to assess me. Then we started bantering which I would never do with my kidnapper in real life. Mainly he made jokes, and I fought them off petutantly almost like a child. I was indignant and pretty calm considering what was happening. He let me go or I escaped, but I ran into this beauty parlor where all these other people were hiding and trying to get to an underground passage out. This terrorist group were doing some bombings and many people had run away from their homes or out of the country. I was able to go underground and find myself in a rich residential neighborhood in another city. It’s very pretty and green, but there are security fences hastily put up due to the terrorist attack. Maybe there was a time lapse, but the houses were almost all empty as everyone had run away. It was day and I ran into a man who gave me a newspaper saying they had captured many of the terrorists. They had created a lot of havoc and one of the two guys on the front page of the paper was a sketch of the guy who had me at knife point. The police were sure to capture him soon. I was a bit worried, and I didn’t know why. I don’t think I had Stockholm Syndrome, but I found myself back on the street where everything happened. It was night again and my captor and I met again. Then we had this weird Vulcan mind meld, but where I totally won. I basically tricked him and soon he was going to either get captured, die, go insane or all three. The end has me going back to the supermarket for something.

As with last weekend, I got no school work done. It’s rather horrible. I better watch myself because I have two papers due in less than 14 days time. I one due tomorrow, and it’s barely started. I always leave Business until last minute, and it doesn’t matter either way because the TA seems to mark in his own random agenda. Anyway, I did finish reading Emma yesterday and caught up with some correspondence last night. Today, the best thing that I did was spontaneously organize a bit of my desk. Next month, I can even do more of an overhaul. I only have two exams. Both of which will need to have lots and lots studying required, but I still can make time for the new computer, books, movies, friends, thrift shopping and much more of things I enjoy and want to try rather than sit at home and wonder what I should be doing.

I can not help my optimistic nature.

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