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Had very vivid nightmares last night about being sentenced to death. Not death row, or anything, just a committee that decided I was going to die tomorrow. The let me do whatever I wanted for a 24 hours or whatever, but very few people that I told believed that I was actually going to die the next day. I walked around, concerned about what would happen when I suddenly didn't show up for work, didn't come home, never visited parents, never connected to the internet again.. I mentioned several times in the dream that I wasn't too worried about my death, about how it would feel or if I would go anywhere after that, so much as that I either wouldn't get to say goodbye to people that I cared about, or that the people I did say goodbye to never believed me. It was infuriating - and by the time the scheduled execution came around, I was ready and willing just because I was so frustrated with trying to get people to take me seriously - I walked proudly into the circular room, and went out the door on the other side and, á là Terry Prachett's Lord Vetinary's door, fell down a Very Deep Hole on the other side. That's when I woke up.
Today, Elliott, one of my very good composer friends, stopped by my work specifically to say goodbye to me, so that felt really good - to actually be earnest in a farewell after a dream lacking those from others.
Today's ride should be a long one. Taking the Spring Creek trail South, West along Harmony to either Taft hill or Overland Trail, north to LaPorte, East and South home.
EDIT: some links from today: There's a comic strip?. Also, cute :3