Tuesday 30 December 2014
2014
So, nearly there, at the end of another year. I feel like I limped through the whole of the second half of the year. I'm avoiding truly reviewing in my mind what were the successes, what goals I achieved because I'm afraid the conclusion does not look good.
Tuesday 16 December 2014
Killer Hamsters
If the zombies don't get you, the hamsters will. Or at least, that's the message I'm taking from my recent dream. All dreams these days seem to involve me chasing or being chased. Mostly I seem to be fruitlessly trying to capture or chase away something which just ain't happening.
The hamster would not be caught. Or in fact, it occasionally let me catch it but then it wriggled and slipped away out of my clutches leaving me desperate and hopeless. Time and time again I nearly caught it or had hold of it briefly before it zoomed away into a new hidey hole. It was just me and the hamster shut up together in a room, and morning only came in the final moments when I tracked the wriggling scuffling beast down in my bed. Lunged for it, and then woke up.
I'm not entirely happy about the killer hamsters.
The hamster would not be caught. Or in fact, it occasionally let me catch it but then it wriggled and slipped away out of my clutches leaving me desperate and hopeless. Time and time again I nearly caught it or had hold of it briefly before it zoomed away into a new hidey hole. It was just me and the hamster shut up together in a room, and morning only came in the final moments when I tracked the wriggling scuffling beast down in my bed. Lunged for it, and then woke up.
I'm not entirely happy about the killer hamsters.
Monday 8 December 2014
Killer Zombies
I had a horrid dream. One of those where you wake up whimpering and anyone fortunate enough to be sharing the bed with you gets woken up before you eventually wake up shaking.
It was a zombie dream. I'm quite proud of that. Proper classy. The zombies were looking for territory, and I was having to defend my space from them. I'm not sure what would have happened, in honesty, if they'd won but somehow it was important in the dream, where of course you don't get choices in such matters, to defend it, with my life if necessary. I was somewhere underground, with dark, dank tunnels, convoluted spaces, sometimes claustrophobic and sometimes with wider spaces. There was a chasm too.
The zombies weren't communicative, and fortunately they weren't particularly strong, what with being dead bodies with a loss of muscle tone. They were, however, persistent and they kept on coming, in ones, twos and threes, but never ending procession of bodies to fight off. I had no weapons, there was no furniture, no convenient rocks, swords or the stuff you find in movies. All I could do was to get them off balance and push them into the chasm. There were so many of them. They kept on coming. Then the chasm started to fill up, and zombies I had previously pushed down it started to climb back up again. They wouldn't go away and they kept on mounting up.
They were all genders, dressed in grey and brown ragged clothing, with dreadlocked hair greasy and dishevelled. And relentless in their arrival.
It was pointed out to me that this is how I seem to be seeing life right now, many minor issues, all resolvable, all defeatable but in such a volume that they seem unmanageable. As soon as I slay one zombie others pop up or the slain one seems to return and I start to drown.
I'm now seeing every new thing that pops up and needs dealing with as a new zombie. Equally, every thing I do manage to do is a zombie slain. Maybe one day I'll redress the balance of new zombies and dead zombies.
It was a zombie dream. I'm quite proud of that. Proper classy. The zombies were looking for territory, and I was having to defend my space from them. I'm not sure what would have happened, in honesty, if they'd won but somehow it was important in the dream, where of course you don't get choices in such matters, to defend it, with my life if necessary. I was somewhere underground, with dark, dank tunnels, convoluted spaces, sometimes claustrophobic and sometimes with wider spaces. There was a chasm too.
The zombies weren't communicative, and fortunately they weren't particularly strong, what with being dead bodies with a loss of muscle tone. They were, however, persistent and they kept on coming, in ones, twos and threes, but never ending procession of bodies to fight off. I had no weapons, there was no furniture, no convenient rocks, swords or the stuff you find in movies. All I could do was to get them off balance and push them into the chasm. There were so many of them. They kept on coming. Then the chasm started to fill up, and zombies I had previously pushed down it started to climb back up again. They wouldn't go away and they kept on mounting up.
They were all genders, dressed in grey and brown ragged clothing, with dreadlocked hair greasy and dishevelled. And relentless in their arrival.
It was pointed out to me that this is how I seem to be seeing life right now, many minor issues, all resolvable, all defeatable but in such a volume that they seem unmanageable. As soon as I slay one zombie others pop up or the slain one seems to return and I start to drown.
I'm now seeing every new thing that pops up and needs dealing with as a new zombie. Equally, every thing I do manage to do is a zombie slain. Maybe one day I'll redress the balance of new zombies and dead zombies.
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