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Last night, did you have dreams related to bad people, houses, and trying to escape, or something along those lines?
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I had one of those dreams last night where the dialogue and reactions and character motivations and so forth were all incredibly realistic, but the plot was typical dream weirdness, in this case involving Native American ghost and nuclear war. But parts were just so detailed and, if not sensible, at least internally consistent.

I woke up after we ducked and covered, the bomb went off, and the light kept getting brighter and brighter. This may perhaps explain my rather blah mood today. Or it could just be that Leif was a total twit all day.

Beeb is at the scooting backwards when trying to go forward stage, which means we're in for trouble soon.
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utterly uninteresting dream/special education nattering )
Anyways, I woke up lonely and restless and bored. Lonely is a problem because I don't have enough of interest to talk about to justify waking up [livejournal.com profile] koyote again. Restless is a problem because I'm likely to start frantically cleaning again and, if I'm not going to sleep, at least I should get some rest. Maybe I'll try the irc client on this thing again.

Leif has another stupid cold and keeps waking up coughing. Poor dude. I can't wait till he has a yard to go run around and go crazy in. Not that that would help his cough any.
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I just dreamed Leif fell off the Coronado Bridge. They had these damn Barney and Baby Bopp statues along the edge, and when he ran to see a gust of wind blew him over.
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Didn't sleep well last night. I know I slept some because I had a bunch of really bizarre dreams. Including Joss Whedon's new project - a Buffy/Firefly crossover/spinoff/prequel (for Firefly, that is), where Amber Benson stars as a vampire who kills reavers. Yeah.

The first day of babysitting went well, though. I feel almost guilty for getting paid, since it was, overall, more relaxing than the usual morning. The boys entertain themselves really well together. It almost makes me wish I'd had Irish twins, except I suspect that the playing really well together part won't last more than a few days before they start getting on eachother's nerves.

And now I am dead, except that Christof wants to go fly kites and I need to get over to the local Sac City extension office and see if they can reset my password so I can register.
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As far as I know, I'm still pregnant. No evidence to the contrary. I have a doctor's appointment next week.

Morning sickness is easier to deal with this time around. Either it's less severe overall, or I've gotten the hang of eating at the right times to keep it under control. If I don't eat soon enough in the morning, I tend to feel miserable for the rest of the day though.

Even though I'm eating, I've apparently lost about 5lbs. Not sure how that happened.

I've had three dreams about the baby. Two were relatively realistic in detail, and the baby was a girl. The other was somewhat ridiculous (I ended up getting sent for a 5-D ultrasound...) and the baby was a boy, who we named Jack. Uh huh.

I don't look pregnant. Maybe a little fatter, but nothing like the pictures I see people posting in my due date communities. I'm supposed to start showing earlier this time, but I suppose earlier is relative. I have one pair of pants that is comfortable, and another that I can wear if I do the rubber band trick. Some of my others might fit too, but I don't like them for one reason or another, so I haven't tried.

I'm wondering if the weather will work in my favor and I can get away with buying just maternity shorts, no pants. That would be amusing, though I expect I'll need at least one pair of pants for chilly mornings or evenings, at least.
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I had a lucid dream last night. My first, as far as I can remember.

I was in Coronado, walking somewhere. I turned down onto G Ave., and my old church was there, which it isn't supposed to be. I looked at the church sign, and it was in gibberish. I looked again, and it was still in gibberish, but different. I realized I was dreaming, and decided to go walk into the Christian Education building (for some reason, a really common setting for my dreams).
Random details )
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Weird weird science fictiony dream.
Cut because I'm probably the only one interested )
I can see where a lot of this stems from. Anything related to the hospital and paperwork, including the first phone call, is related to something from Leif's birth that has been on my mind which I'll discuss if it turns out I'm not being paranoid. Part probably stemmed from [livejournal.com profile] yndy's rabbit hole day post. The alliance is totally Firefly. Burning me with his eyes is Phantom Of The Opera.

It's one of those ones where I wish I could continue the dream so I can figure out what's going on!
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I've been having very vivid dreams the past few nights, which is unusual for me these days - I've barely been remembering my dreams at all.

Last night was fun. I was Harry Potter, learning some new magical technology involving wandless magic before going to defeat Lord Voldemort.

The other night I was 36 weeks pregnant, had just told my mom that I was pregnant, and was trying to decide who I'd have at the birth. It felt like there were too many people.

Then I also dreamed that there was an 8.0 earthquake in San Diego. I looked at the recent quakes website and saw a huge red square across Southern California. Then I woke up and checked the webpage in real life, just to be sure.

i've had a few others i can't remember anymore.
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I thought I wasn't really upset about my cat dying. I've only seen him occasionally since I moved out, and I was kind of expecting it since he was old and in poor health.

But last night I had awful dreams about watching people I loved slowly die.
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I think of myself as having a bad memory for names and faces. I'll see people I know, and not be sure of who they are. And then sometimes I'll see people I barely know at all, or haven't seen in years, and have no trouble recognizing them, and it kind of freaks me out.

I saw this guy from the wiki at the store today. We may have met once or twice at BBQs, but we've never actually talked or anything that I can recall and there's nothing particularly noteworthy about him, but when I saw him, his name popped into my head. I just checked his wiki page (which has his picture), and it seems I was right.

This is so totally not worth writing about. I recognized someone. Whoo. Happens every day.

It just felt really weird on this particular occasion.
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I've been going through iPhoto all evening, getting pictures posted, organizing, and so forth.

I have 4043 pictures, taking up over 4GB of disk space. Probably well over 3000 of these are of Leif.

My eventual goal is to take the best pictures, stick them into a PDF, upload them to Lulu, and then order printed copies for myself and as family Christmas presents. In theory, it should actually be cheaper than regular scrapbooking. I just have to actually get around to doing it.

I also need to go through and delete blurry shots, very similar shots of the same pose, and so forth.

The only problem is that this task gets more daunting with each picture we take.

I just get nervous about having all our pictures digital, even though intellectually I know that it's a lot safer than having only hardcopies. I mean, with under an hour's effort (and most of that devoted to learning how to work our DVD burner) and $10, I can send backup copies of the entire collection to multiple locations anywhere in the world. I have backups through February in multiple places already (actually, it's possible they all ended up here during the move. Must remedy that). But I'd still feel better having some printed copies anyways.

Leif fell asleep at 5:30PM today, and has basically been out since. He wasn't willing to stay awake another moment longer. I really hope that by some miracle he's able to sleep until a semi-reasonable hour. 6:30AM would be tolerable - I've been waking up around then anyways. I can always hope.

It's always weird listening to music you haven't bothered listening to in ages and suddenly having a very vivid flashback to another time listening to it. In this case, the DC Undernet Opermeet in 1999. How random. (Even stranger, I'm not 100% sure I even had this particular CD along on that trip.)
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I actually dreamed last night about updating my journal to s2 so I could use tags, and hating it, because I really don't like s2 styles. It was an incredibly stupidly realistic dream.

ETA: Set to classic. I guess that's close enough.
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I just realized how much my userpic looks like a certain stuffed cat I had when I was a kid. I wonder if this was a subconscious motivation for choosing it?
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I just found out something very happy and wonderful.

You don't actually have to be a resident of Los Angeles county to get an LA county library card. You just have to be a California resident.

This solves one of the big annoyances we've had with living on the boat. We have little room to store (or money for) bought books, so without access to a library, finding reading material can get a little tough.

And many of the libraries have decent DVD collections, too.

(Gee, I'm writing about libraries a lot today. This isn't really coincidence - I thought to check into the LA library policies after noticing that the Coronado library allows all California residents to get cards)

I posted a few weeks ago about a strange dream I had. I realized recently that this dream may actually have been my subconscious drawing a conclusion that I didn't realize consciously until a few days ago. A brief websearch reveals that this conclusion was wrong, though plausible.

Was that cryptic enough? Explaining the details would be long and probably not interesting to anyone besides myself. I just find the evidence that my mind is working away below the surface to be fascinating.
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The other night, I had a dream that a former co-worker, who had a baby a few months before Leif was born, moved to Decca, the center of the Islamic world, located in India.

I knew, even in the dream, that I was confusing two concepts.

Dreams are so strange.

I've been dreaming a lot about being back in high school, often around graduation time, lately (well, for at least the past year). I'm curious as to what this means.

Nothing to do with dreams, but I was carrying Leif in his carrier at the farmer's market today, and within one block had a homeless guy yelling at me for a block that I should stick him in a stroller because he was too hot (I won't discuss the weather beyond that, as that would be gloating), and then another guy ask me to be a nanny for his 2 year old.

The new Starbuck's chocolate drink, Chantico, is interesting. It takes me a good hour to drink a 6 oz. cup, and if you know me, that's quite an accomplishment. I usually prefer to gulp everything. Chantico is too sweet and rich, though. This isn't a bad thing, since it's nice having something to drink the full time I'm there. It's also cheap. They could cut the sugar in half and it would still be too sweet, though.

I love when Leif is willing to sleep in his carrier long enough for me to get online for a while. Almost makes up for his fit during story time at the library this morning. Alas, he is now awake, and unlikely to let me continue to sit.
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My cousin Moira (the one who moved to Northern Virginia shortly after we left) had her baby the other day. Her name is Anneliese, and she was 7 lb 6 oz.

This is a bit spooky, as Anneliese (or some variation thereof) was my (but not [livejournal.com profile] koyote's) first choice name for a girl baby. It isn't a family name, and we never discussed name choices.

Her delivery, btw, makes me determined to never have another baby in Virginia or a similar state. It went very similarly to mine, with similar medical establishment stupidity.
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Saw PoA today. I think [livejournal.com profile] koyote liked it better than I did. Not that I didn't like it, but he hasn't read the books, so it's entirely brand new to him.

Prisoner of Azkaban seems to be the key book (and movie, apparently) for many people, the one that hooks them. It was for me. I read the first book, and found it somewhat banal. I gave the second book a shot just to give the series a fair chance, but didn't like it much better. Some time later, a friend told me that I had to read the third book, and that I'd like the series after I read it. He was right.

It was fun watching the movie from [livejournal.com profile] tarie's perspective. I could care less about who is in love with who, but it's fun to watch from that perspective.

We had a discussion afterwards which somehow led to the discussion of Snape/McGonagall. Ew.

I have PoA in Spanish, and need to get around to reading it. I guess it just depresses me that I can't read anywhere near fluently at a fourth grade level in Spanish, and it's too time consuming when I have to look up every other word. I did eventually find that if I just read without looking stuff up, I could get the general gist of what was happening, but not enough to really get into it.

I dreamed last night about going back to high school and trying to decide which level of Spanish I should take, since I got up to fourth year but didn't really learn much of anything past second (not to mention the fact that I haven't done any serious Spanish study since high school). I also took AP Chemistry with Mr. Price (excuse me, Dr. Price). Then we (no clue who was with me, though I think my brother might have been) got caught breaking into [livejournal.com profile] bongo3045's house, and were locked in by The Evil Stepmother. I have no clue who she was, either, or why we were breaking in. She forgot to lock the back door, though, so we escaped after she left for the day.

I'm sure you all really cared about that.

Anyways, back to PoA. This was the first movie that [livejournal.com profile] koyote and I have seen alone since Leif was born, and the first movie I've seen in a theater since RotK. [livejournal.com profile] silkensteel babysat, and he apparently did ok. This always surprises me, since he doesn't spend much time away from us, and tends to throw a fit when one or the other of us leaves.

We're getting rid of books (in addition to other things) in preparation for moving. This is hard, since I know that there are some I'm going to want to read again, and some that I'll eventually end up buying over again. But it's not worth it to move them across country and store them.

We sold the Ikea chairs the other day. I asked too little for them because I listed them when I was too tired to think straight. For some reason this really bugs me more than if we'd actually paid for them, rather than "just" sitting in the rainy cold for 8 hours in the middle of the night while 8.5 months pregnant.

I'm curious how much stuff we'll have when we get down to the stuff that we really want to keep.

Why am I still awake? Leif slept like crap last night, and I slept even worse. I felt like I was awake the whole night, though obviously I slept enough to have that idiotic dream. I'm getting to sleep too late in general. It's just that night is the only time that I have to myself, so I tend to drag it out.
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I just had a nightmare.

The strange thing is, it was annoying more than scary. At least during the dream itself. It was so intolerably annoying that I kept trying to wake myself up, and I'd wake up within the dream, and then it would start again.

I eventually woke up yelling, waking up [livejournal.com profile] koyote and Leif, too.

Initially I was pretty creeped out, which is why I'm typing this. Now I'm starting to see the humor.

What an odd dream.

Perhaps I'm actually still in it. Part of the dream involved a continuation of an argument I was watching shortly before I went to sleep. Now a similar discussion is happening on the MOO.

The dream was so stupid I'm embarrassed to even describe it, but I woke up feeling it meant something, like something terrible is going to happen. That feeling seems to have dissipated now.

Ok, back to sleep. Hopefully not to dream.


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