T'eyla Minh

That ^ is the polite version of what I put on Twitter last night.

I seriously cannot even with the X-Files finale. I don't even feel capable of doing a write-up at this point because that cliffhanger was ridiculous. And I like cliffhangers, so that's saying something. On the one hand it's great because it leaves things open for a new season (or even another film), and I do think the reboot has been popular enough to warrant one, but on the other hand, if the show doesn't get renewed for Season 11 then we'll be left in limbo forever. (And there's no guarantee a film could even directly continue from the cliffhanger because of the amount of exposition they'd have to include for any non-fans who might watch it...)

In the meantime, my subconscious treated me to a lovely shippy dream, presumably to make up for the crushing disappointment that was my faith in Chris Carter to not break my heart. :P

(This is also the first dream I've remembered in ages, though I suspect it also resulted from reading old episode transcripts late last night to remind me that yes, at one point Chris Carter did manage to give the fans what they wanted even though he's suddenly decided to send our emotions through the wringer again...)

( X-Files Dream )

Yeeeah. DAMN YOU, CHRIS CARTER, YOU STUBBORN AND EVIL GENIUS.

Proper write-up coming for "My Struggle II" when I am not COMPLETELY BROKEN and reeling in disbelief. :P

Worringly, I have not remembered any of my dreams in months. I dislike this turn of events. However, lately I have actually been remembering them in part, though a lot of them have been disjointed and weird and not coherent enough to write down in any constructive manner.

Last night's was so brilliant, though, I simply must share it. :D I will endeavour to start writing down what I can remember a bit more often as some of the latest dreams have been vivid along with the weirdness, and something is infinitely better than nothing. Nevertheless, here is what I remember of last night's.

( Dream: My Mate Derren )

Here's hoping I can start remembering my dreams more properly now. As I say, I've had a few strange visions of late but nothing concrete. I generally dislike the dry periods, and they seem to occur when I'm especially stressed and trying to get through things without committing homicide, which seems a fair reaction, but I'd rather my brain sorted the problems out through dreams instead. I would even prefer the recurring nightmare themes (such as being chased / trying to escape) to barren nothingness.

So, yes. There we go. Hopefully more to come if I remember to write them down. (Waking up with migraines doesn't really help, to be honest...)

In other news, Project Fitness is now underway, of sorts. We didn't manage to go swimming on Sunday as we ended up sleeping in until half-eleven - clock changes notwithstanding - so we obviously needed the sleep catch-up. It was nice to have a quiet weekend for a change, though. We stocked up on mixed salad and dressings (and bacon bits and crispy onions) in order to make lunches, and on Sunday night we were terribly organised and made roast duck salads (using the leftovers from dinner) to take in to work on Monday. And of course we both left them behind, so they had to be thrown away.

Today we have chicken caesar of a sorts, although I forgot to make any croutons last night to go in them.

We did, however, manage to get to the gym last night - and subsequently ruined the hour of hard work by going to McDonalds as Paul was en route to Broken Amp - and my arms and legs all hurt, so I'm taking that as a positive sign. No more excuses now, twice a week and swimming at weekends and sensible eating habits. YES. Today I have my (possibly too small) salad and an apple and a clementine and I will get a healthy yogurt at lunchtime too. I CAN DO THIS.

Next week I will start a food diary and keep track of my calorie intake daily and weight on a weekly basis, now that I have floors that are actually level on which to place my scales. I was doing really well last January (as in 2011) but then became disheartened when I realised the bathroom and kitchen floors were both so uneven as to give me five separate readings on each occasion.

So yes. I will try not to bore people with updates but cannot promise anything. :P

Last night / this morning, I had (as the subject suggests) a ridiculously epic dream with several different intertwining plots and which, as commoncomitatus will be infinitely amused to discover, starred Glenn Close. And by starred I mean she was in approximately 95% of it. So I'll be using my current / temporary default icon. Actually, that might be more apt than I first thought.

Incidentally, until I start remembering my dreams with regular monotony again, I've decided to keep all dream posts public for now and return to the filter if/when they become more forthcoming. I apologise in advance for the ramblingness of this; despite the epicness, the dream itself only had a couple of 'scenes' with any plot value and the rest was fluff. In several senses of the word, as you will discover.

( Dream: Glenn Close Epicness )

So yes, that dream is the reason I'm up so early on a Sunday (I started this entry at 9.30) and now I'm going to catch up on X-Factor, find out what time EastEnders starts (thanks, brain, I didn't need a reminder!!) and dust the bedroom. As a result of the deep sleep I have woken up with a very small migraine, but to be quite honest, it was worth it!

Eni may mock at will, now. :D

Wonder of absolute wonders, I've actually remembered one of my dreams properly (as in, all the way through) for the first time in what feels like months. I've remembered occasional snippets here and there, and also started typing up a few other dreams at work without getting chance to finish them, so they didn't get posted on LJ. This one was so vivid and frelling weird that I am determined to get it written down and posted. Dream filter be damned; this one's public!

( Dream: Lost Dog )

So, there it is. I hope this means a vague return to form in terms of dream-remembrance. I miss remembering my dreams, even when they make no sense. Where my RL creativity fails me, my subconscious can always surprise me and produce the kind of imagery I thought myself incapable of.

Incidentally, there is work stuff to update about, but I'll wait until it's blown over. Besides, things are busy here again and I've not had time to think.

Good news: Paul finally has a start date, and it's this Monday (28th June). Considering he got the conditional job offer in mid-May, I am less than impressed with HR and Occupational Health for slowing the entire process to a crawl, and that apparently being off sick once per year (effectively) is enough to warrant filling out a form that assesses whether you're fit for work. New sickness policy FTW.

That be it. Over and out.

Bit of a quiet one last night. I escaped from work at 3.30 because I was insanely tired (but had no caffeine, as I've not been able to get to sleep the past two nights), we had dinner fairly early and then Paul went out to watch the football at Alex's. Whilst he was out I ended up watching (finally) Howl's Moving Castle, which I'd taped over Christmas.

( Some thoughts. )

Paul returned shortly after it ended (it's quite long, much more so than I was expecting) and we settled down to watch the kick-off of Derren Brown's The Events on C4, where he predicted the lottery numbers - all six correctly. On Friday he reveals all; apparently it took him a year of intensive work. It should be noted that his predicted numbers were totally not the numbers stuck to the lamp-post in the advert... the entire thing's very mysterious right now, what with the backwards website (retsehcnaMdetinU.com) and "It will be you" messages. I suspect that all of this has nothing whatsoever to do with the actual programme, and as ever Derren is just messing with our minds.

Went to bed after that, and I think I must have nodded off before Paul came in only to wake up shortly afterwards, as I can definitely remember him asking if I was okay because I was trying to get comfy...

Whilst I'm here, I'll share my dream from the other day. Can't be bothered to filter it, but I just want to share the trauma. ( Dream: Teeth Trauma. )

Grah. *shudders* I HATE HATE HATE teeth trauma dreams. I had one when we last stayed over in London (February) which I now can't remember, but I was paranoidly checking my teeth were intact for about two hours after I woke up. Awful. This one wasn't as bad, I think because it provoked that reaction within the dream itself, but on thinking about it afterwards it was fairly horrible...

Okay, I think that's everything. I have tomorrow off (initially in case there was a hen do - still not sure if there is, but a day off is a day off) so will get around to watching OotP and probably SLEEP a lot.

One of the office printer is making a noise that sounds suspiciously like "om nom nom" whenever it feeds paper through. It keeps making me snigger but I can't explain why, because I don't think anyone would get it...

This morning Paul's 6.30 alarm woke me from a potentially interesting (if surreal) Sunset Boulevard-related dream. It differed somewhat from my usual fare of SB dreams, but obviously only came about because I re-read the prologue and first chapter of the SB/BaT crossover last night. Clearly, it doesn't take much for it to re-invade my brain. I'll post it under a cut out of sheer laziness because I can't be bothered to do a separate entry...

( Bizarre SB dream )

Er, yes. *pats brain* Whatever, dear.

The other thing I want to talk about is this...

joetimewaster posted a link recently to the marvellous Sims 3 story of Kev and Alice (stick it in Google - I believe it's on Wordpress somewhere), which is absolutely frelling wonderful. As a result of this, I have come to the following two conclusions:-

1. I have thus far avoided being sucked into the brain-destroying, life-eating land of the Sims (save for several hours wasted on Sim City 2000) purely through self- and sanity-preservation. I know my tendencies. I have an addictive personality when it comes to stuff like this. However, that being said, I must have Sims 3. Alas, at present I have neither sufficient RAM nor enough hours in my life, so it'll have to wait until one or the other becomes available. ;)
   
   
2. This is quite possibly the future of fanfic. I know in the past that people have created character simsets out of fun, but seeing as how Sims 3 seems to be almost akin to artificial intelligence in the way the characters develop, the possibilities are endless! Plus it would be kind of fun to create your favourite characters and see how alike you can get them to 'real life' with personality traits, and then see if they interact in the same manner. Fascinating. :D

In other news, I have been sucked well and truly into Big Brother this year - how adorable was Sree last night? Rodriguo FTW! Or possibly Lisa. Or Angel. And I think Freddie/Halfwit/Anarchist Tory is going on Friday by the looks of things. And GAH Marcus is annoying - for which I apologise profusely, and I got my hair cut last night, but nothing much else. :)

Job application thingy signed, sealed and delivered this morning, after half-copying an old application form blurb last night. Now I can stop stressing for a bit.

I had this really, really strange dream this morning... ( Bizarre... )

Intriguing.

My foot has not been happy the past couple of days. I think my work shoes are to blame; they are too small in terms of the actual shoe-size, but simultaneously too wide for my narrow feet. They also have a 1.5" wedge heel on them, and I think all of these factors have been responsible for my foot hurting yesterday and Tuesday (but not so much Wednesday, when I was wearing a skirt and hence different shoes). I've bought some slightly more sensible work shoes from Deichman, leather ones which will hopefully be waterproof and which fit much better. £25 for leather shoes really isn't bad, considering I'll doubtless wear them to death and they'll last probably four times longer than the faux-leather cheap equivalents from Priceless... Yet more money I ddin't really intend to spend, though.

The physiotherapist reckoned it wasn't broken because it had stopped hurting and the swelling had gone down, but I personally reckon it was / is. (Worrying that four entirely different doctors / specialists told me four entirely different things...) If I catch or jar it at the wrong angle it's still quite painful, and the only way I can describe it is as though the bones need to be 'cricked'. It's weird.

Still, I'm probably going to start going swimming again, as after a while last time my foot eventually stopped cramping, and exercise can only be of the good.

Aaand finally, I'm going to get my hair cut tonight. Poll answers were unforthcoming (50% in either direction) but I shall keep it short for the summer (now, watch it rain...) and start growing it after Christmas.

Another quiet day so I might work on some writing...

Falling back into fandom with a massive crash has its advantages; I'm not quite sure if bizarre dreams are one of them.

I had a dream about Sunset Boulevard. At least, I think I did. Eddie Izzard turned up at one point in a blue suit, but that might have been a different section. There was also a really bizarre bit just before I woke up that I can't properly remember.

Anyway. ( SB Dream )

Hm, I should make a start on some of the SB-related stuff I wanted to get done today: make a new LJ layout when I find a theme to modify from someone, and scan the old tour brochure for that purpose. I need more SB icons, especially of the N/J persuasion, though I fear it may result in messy image manips.

Watch this space.

I won't filter this, as there's not nearly enough information to bother... Three separate bits which I don't properly remember.

( Including bonus fandom! )

Nowt else to report except that I’m going to have to sit out choir AGAIN thanks to this bloody cough. BORED NOW.

Really odd dream this morning... I can't remember much of the plot of it, if it even had one, and as such it doesn't warrant a filtered post of its own. ( Disjointed... )

There was a time I could have described all of that so much better. Meh.

Occasionally, I get these periods where my brain starts filing thoughts away, and when the filing cabinet gets too full, the thoughts start to bubble out of the top and niggle at my consciousness. Sometimes the bubbling comes to fruition in a post which was probably best left unwritten, but we'll see how it goes. If they don't get too tumultous, I may let them evaporate instead. (They majoritarily seem to revolve around friends and the future and a combination of both...)

Oh, while I'm here: I put this on Facebook, but for anyone who isn't there and might be interested:

1st November 2008 from 6.30pm - we're having another Bad Movie Night to celebrate Hallowe'en (would have been actually on Hallowe'en but Paul and I are seeing Nosferatu at the Town Hall instead.) Costumes are optional but the theme - obviously - is Movie Heroes. BYOB and I'll lay on buffet-type food as usual, which you don't have to eat if you don't want. There are sleeping arrangements if you need / want to stay over but bring a sleeping bag just in case...

I think that's it. You can also bring some Bad Movies if you want, though Blockbuster were more than helpful last time. Alternatively, bring your favourite 'good' horror film, and just ignore what Lloyd says. :P (We were going to try and get El Orfanato as the 'good' film, but I think trying to watch that when pissed would be a very bad plan.)

Fin.