bironic

It's been an unsettled week, and my subconscious hasn't let me forget it. Cut for potentially disturbing content and/or for those who are bored by other people's dreams.

1. This morning I dreamt that my coworker K. and I were preparing to turn ourselves in to the police/government a.k.a. the Nazi party. Our confessional evidence involved arranging yarn on a board (?). I'm not sure what we had done, but we compared it to Sophie Scholl, and I was ruminating on self-sacrifice and whether giving other people five more minutes of freedom and safety was worth a life.

So, thanks, U.S. politics. And probably also thanks to the Hitler reference in Star Trek VI, which I long-distance watched last night with iggyw and deelaundry.


2. A few nights ago, I dreamed that I ran into Jon Campling and his wife as he was photographing a concert at Penn Station (?). We hung out for a while, including going for a swim/trek in a nearby lake/field. I think my sister joined us. On the way back, we lined up at the edge of a raised platform to jump back into the water, which was a few feet beyond a patch of shoreline. JC jumped first, only he didn't spring forward so much as drop straight down. He hit the ground, and the sound it made went right to my gut.

When I looked down, he wasn't moving, lying there in just a towel. His wife rushed over to see how badly he was hurt and she looked up at me, accusatory, and all I could do was shrug, because we could all plainly see that we needed to jump over the shore to make it to the water; it shouldn't have been difficult; and we couldn't figure out why JC had let himself fall.


3. On a lighter note, last week I had a dream I was at temple for Rosh Hashanah when I saw a reflection in a structure in the social hall and turned around to find Andrew Robinson in his Garak makeup. I couldn't remember the new year greeting (Shana Tova), but he did -- or rather, he said something that in the dream sounded right but upon waking made no sense. Should have written it down! Anyway, we chatted before services and I remember being thrilled that he had recognized me.


Car update: Police won't investigate without more to go on; a neighbor pointed me in the direction of another neighbor who has security cameras, but I haven't heard back from them yet; the person whose car my car was pushed into has also filed an insurance claim; parts and labor to restore the damage to my own car come to $9,500, ha ha ha,* but that's still not enough to total it because it is -- well, was -- in good shape, so as of yesterday it's authorized to be fixed, unless the mechanic finds something significant once he starts taking it apart.

*I only have to pay the deductible