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helenkacan Apr. 17th, 2008 11:47 pm)
helenkacan Apr. 17th, 2008 11:47 pm)Whoa, mama!
Some very weird dreamstate to be waking up to, especially as I was having problems breathing. I swear it's the lack of oxygen that gives the dream its peculiarity. Or it could just be me.
Because ... I was severely immobilised and travelled everywhere sitting on a hovering platform in regal splendour. Hey, this is moi we're talking about. Yes, I'm channeling Miss Piggy. But, I guess, because of my visual problems, I also had a little seeing-eye beagle running beside my platform. ::giggles at the thought::
I (and my platform, etc.) had been on the Bay bus coming up from the island, and I was asking whether the bus would make a stop at Union. Well, somehow, I was off the bus and going through the vaulted Galleria of BCE Place. Then, a blind man with a cane approached me and asked me if I needed assistance. I thanked him but said I was fine, what with the beagle and everything.
Then, a sharp disconnect from that and I'm in a lunchroom somewhere and there's a clique from Cape Breton and they're having a great time whooping it up and talking about linguistic oddities. Somehow, I ended up talking about Brian (well, he's from the rock, so not far away). In the middle of the semantics, I woke up. Waaah. I want to go back and find out what happened!
That was the highlight of my day. In other non-breaking news, John sent me an e-mail at 7, asking if I wanted to go grocery shopping at 12. Well, as I didn't open the e-mail until 1 .... But he did call in the evening and we'll do it tomorrow. And the hospital called about my app't next week. And that was a good thing, because I thought it was Wednesday, but it's really on Monday. Speaking of which, there may be a TTC strike beginning at 4 a.m. on Monday which will result in a hellish and expensive cab ride for me. So I hope it doesn't happen. No kidding - with extra deleted expletives.
I mentioned the corrected app't date to M who was originally going to accompany me, but there'll be a conflict with horsie riding; so I'm supposed to ask a whole bunch of specific questions. Yes, Dear.
And, now, I think I'd better take my jiggly brain off to bed. The better to dream with, of course.
Weebly, wobbly hugs,
H.
Some very weird dreamstate to be waking up to, especially as I was having problems breathing. I swear it's the lack of oxygen that gives the dream its peculiarity. Or it could just be me.
Because ... I was severely immobilised and travelled everywhere sitting on a hovering platform in regal splendour. Hey, this is moi we're talking about. Yes, I'm channeling Miss Piggy. But, I guess, because of my visual problems, I also had a little seeing-eye beagle running beside my platform. ::giggles at the thought::
I (and my platform, etc.) had been on the Bay bus coming up from the island, and I was asking whether the bus would make a stop at Union. Well, somehow, I was off the bus and going through the vaulted Galleria of BCE Place. Then, a blind man with a cane approached me and asked me if I needed assistance. I thanked him but said I was fine, what with the beagle and everything.
Then, a sharp disconnect from that and I'm in a lunchroom somewhere and there's a clique from Cape Breton and they're having a great time whooping it up and talking about linguistic oddities. Somehow, I ended up talking about Brian (well, he's from the rock, so not far away). In the middle of the semantics, I woke up. Waaah. I want to go back and find out what happened!
That was the highlight of my day. In other non-breaking news, John sent me an e-mail at 7, asking if I wanted to go grocery shopping at 12. Well, as I didn't open the e-mail until 1 .... But he did call in the evening and we'll do it tomorrow. And the hospital called about my app't next week. And that was a good thing, because I thought it was Wednesday, but it's really on Monday. Speaking of which, there may be a TTC strike beginning at 4 a.m. on Monday which will result in a hellish and expensive cab ride for me. So I hope it doesn't happen. No kidding - with extra deleted expletives.
I mentioned the corrected app't date to M who was originally going to accompany me, but there'll be a conflict with horsie riding; so I'm supposed to ask a whole bunch of specific questions. Yes, Dear.
And, now, I think I'd better take my jiggly brain off to bed. The better to dream with, of course.
Weebly, wobbly hugs,
H.
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