For no apparent reason I was up until about 3 am last night, so this morning when 9 am rolled around and I found myself waking up I said, “Thank you, no,” and went back to sleep for another 40 minutes or so.
I would have stayed in bed even longer – it was quite pleasant with the cool breeze blowing in through the window – but I decided that I should get up and do something.
The belief that I should do something didn’t survive long after I’d gotten up, and it wasn’t until after 1 that I finally got off my ass and went for a walk.
I had recorded season premiere of The Closer when it was rebroadcast last night, as I was watching The Daily Show and The Colbert Report at that time, and didn’t get around to watching the recording, even though, as mentioned, I was up late enough to have done so.
When I started to watch it today, though, I discovered that something was amiss.
Even though Media Center had, as it’s set to do, begun recording two minutes before the show was actually set to start, the show was already well underway.
Somehow I had missed the beginning.
I took a shot to see if anyone had posted it to a newsgroup and found that someone had, so I set it to download while I was walking.
The walk itself was uneventful. The system of trails – at least here in Leesburg – actually consists of two trails running parallel to each other in most places. One trail is paved while the other is not.
I’ve come to realize that the people who ride bikes believe that the paved trail is strictly for their use and that weirdoes who walk should be relegated to walking on the gravel trails that tend to be set further into the woods and as a result tend to be inhabited by a lot more insects.
Though it irks me to do so, I’ve taken to walking on the unpaved trails simply because I’m tired of having bicyclists stare at me as though I’m sort of freak as they whiz past.
Okay, so maybe I am a freak, but they don’t know that, and shouldn’t assume that I am just because I’m walking instead of riding a bike.
But whatever. Though the uneven trail is harder on my feet it’s worth it to be able to not have to deal with the bicyclists except on those sections where the paths converge and only the paved trail exists.
Once I got home from my 4+ mile walk I sat down and watched The Closer and enjoyed it a great deal. If you’ve never watched it, I’d advise checking it out (Mondays at 9 on TNT).
After that it was finishing up watching The Venture Bros. DVDs, and now here I am, writing this.
In yesterday’s entry I had started to write about an odd dream I’d had shortly before waking up, but decided not to include it as the entry was already long and the dream itself just serves as an addition to the mountain of evidence that suggests that there is something seriously wrong with my brain.
However, regular readers of Threshold already know that there’s something wrong with my brain, and new visitors tend to not come back anyway, so I figure I might as well just go ahead and share my dream with you now.
In the dream I had moved back to Michigan and accepted a new cushy job at the college I used to work at (and got fired from). Among the perks of the job was a big office, an office that, apparently, I was also going to be living in.
A couple of women I've never seen in my waking life, but who were, in the dream, old friends – they seemed to be composites of real people that I've known over the years – stopped by to visit and congratulate me on my new job…and to warn me about the rabid, disease-ridden monkey on the loose in the building.
They also made reference to the elderly couple living in the building who were some sort of religious nuts, and then went on to tell me about how they were going to go to some bar and have fun and how it was too bad that I couldn't join them because it was really going to be a blast, and that basically it must suck to be me and have to be sober all of the time and never have fun.
I thanked them for their concern with as much venomous sarcasm as I could muster and set to work on arranging my office/home.
Somewhere along the line I got bitten by the aforementioned monkey, and, dizzy from whatever monkey-borne pathogens were coursing through my system, went off in search of someone to take me to the hospital.
Naturally the only option available to me was the elderly religious nuts, who only agreed to help me – “Christian charity” not being a big motivator for them, apparently – after considerable debate.
Eventually they loaded me up into the backseat of their big boat of a car (some kind of 1970s Oldsmobile or Buick), and we were on our way.
At some point it became clear that they weren't taking me to the hospital. We drove past the bar where my friends were standing in line to get in and I yelled to them to come and help me, but they just waved and said they didn't want to lose their place in line.
Eventually we reached our destination, which was some kind of tent revival where they'd taken me to be cured by a faith healer.
From the backseat of the car I could see the bodies of the people the "healer" had been unable to save being hauled out one after the other from the tent and loaded onto the back of a truck. There were several other trucks that were already filled to overflowing with bodies.
When I made reference to this, the elderly couple simply shrugged and said that it was “God’s will.”
Though I was weak and groggy as they pulled me out of the car I managed to make a break for it before they hauled me into the tent. As I ran I could hear them screaming about how only Jesus could save me, but as they said this all I could think about was how Jesus couldn't even save Himself.
Somewhere along the line I stumbled, fell, and began hallucinating (which is no mean feat inside of a dream), imagining myself running along some kind of cartoon arrows that were part of a Subway commercial.
When the commercial was over, I was watching a movie starring Chevy Chase and Dan Aykroyd.
The movie appeared to be a “pseudo-sequel” to Spies Like Us, something similar to what they did with that movie Fierce Creatures, which was wholly unrelated to A Fish Called Wanda, but featured the exact same cast.
I didn’t catch too much of the plot before waking up.
As I said, it’s another piece of evidence for the “Jon’s Brain is Broken” file.
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