Hunting The Muse

I'm feeling like this

I'm feeling like this freelancing thing has a better chance of working for me longterm now. Maybe I can obsess about it a bit less now (and stop blogging so much about my graphs) and start getting back to hunting the muse.

I've had crazy dreams lately. Two nights ago I was myself, driving to my old high school - actually trying to get to this community college somewhere in Fort Collins. Evidently it was the Brigadoon Community College because it certainly wasn't where it was supposed to be, and then my mom was just totally incapable of giving me directions. So I ended up by my old high school and my parents, who I met their driving their own truck, started to get all goofy and not take my questions seriously - then they just took off. POV switched to a bunch of native americans running around in corn fields and one of them tried to blow a blow-dart at my mom. Evidently it was important, as she was actually some sort of undead creature (in broad daylight). This native american's little sister wanted to try also because she was sure she was going to be the next vampire slayer. One of them scoffed at her and said, "You know there can't be more than one of those at a time!" And then they sort of shuffled their feet as they remembered that wasn't exactly true, but were still sure the little sister was being silly. Then I woke up.

Then last night I was working in a grocery store to supplement my freelance income. After spending a couple of hours bagging groceries (including one drawn-out section of the dream that was entirely devoted to separating a guy's kiwi fruits from his garlic cloves, only to put them back in the same bag anyway), I realized I hadn't punched in. I felt like an idiot. So I went upstairs to punch in, but the room was empty. And there was a woman in black vinyl/latex/spandex or whatever following me around that looked like Carrie Anne Moss in the Matrix. She didn't personally look like her, but was dressed like her. Some other woman offscreen (I was watching myself like in a movie by this point) was throwing stuff at her and then latex-lady attacked me. I tore a phone off a wall but there was nothing behind it. Then a bunch of rubble fell on her but she stood up anyway. Then I pushed her into a wall which stunned her, and I grabbed her coffee pot that she was carrying around (???), poured it into a mug - it was more like green tea - and drank it. Then I was back on the city sidewalk reading the ad in the paper that was surrounded by a green border and I realized that it was some new-fangled kind of hyperlink, that when I focused my attention on it, I fell into its reality. I guess the bagging groceries never happened. So then I saw the next green-bordered ad, focused on it, and fell into it. Then I woke up.

Ooohhhh. I just realized that this could mean that I'm *IN* that hyperlink reality right now. Will I wake up from it if I drink some green tea? Huh. Posted by Curt at May 12, 2002 02:58 PM