I often complain about going to the library, it can be a pain the butt. But, wow it does have its advantages. Today I am reminded of this. The guy sitting at the next table facing me is listening to music (on headphones, I can't hear it). Not only is he listening to it he is really, really enjoying it. His joy is manifested in head bopping and air piano playing. Yes, air piano.
I've been having some crazy dreams lately. I usually dream about what I have to do in the up coming days or about people I have lost touch with and how they no longer like me. In these dreams it is not unusual for these people to tell me in a very matter of fact tone that they really don't like being around me and want to have nothing to do with me.
But as of late my dreams have become more violent. I can remember three dreams from the past few weeks in which I have been involved in a gun battle of some sort.
In the first dream I was working for some government agency or the military I'm not really sure. My team was in charge of setting up a mock attack that was suppose to be very controlled so that our students could learn how to respond in case of a real attack. When things started happening that were not in the plan we knew there must be a mole. I'm not sure what the mole had done but I guess the thinking was that they had told the bad guys of our plan so they could attack without being detected. Because of this counter attack(?) my team spent the next few hours finding the mole and when we finally did determine that it was Grissom (from CSI) it was also revealed that it was all and elaborate set up to teach us how to respond.
In my second dream I was once again working for the government in some capacity. Only this time I was charged with the transfer of top secret data. The data was stored on a hard-drive or some other type of computer equipment and the pass was to take place in a busy subway station. I was given my orders and was ready to go, I had the hard-drive, and my gun in my pockets which I guess were really big. When I entered the station I realized that I had the wrong hard-drive and didn't have my gun at all, but instead of turning back I decided to go ahead with the mission. I gave the man the drive and left without incident. When I returned to the base, which was in an old house, I acted as if nothing was wrong, even as I was congratulated by everyone else. Later that night we heard people approaching the house then without warning we were under fire. The young twin girls that were asleep in the front bedroom were shot but not seriously injured, the computer tech was not so lucky. It was then that I woke up so I'm not sure what happened next.
Finally in my latest gun toting dream I was not the one doing the toting. It started out reasonably enough. I was on my way to see my friend Megan's prom dress. Her mom and sister who I know well were both home when I got there. We talked for a bit and her mom left, I stayed so she could put the dress on so I could see how she looked in it. While she was changing I talked with her sister a bit more even though she was very rude to me. After Megan came down I told her how nice she looked and left. As I walked to my car I saw that there was a girl in front of it, vomiting. I then saw a cop approaching her on foot. I was relieved because now I was free to leave without helping. It was as I was starting my car that I was on the other side of the street there was a group of men with guns. Their guns pointed right at the girl. I figured however, that as soon as they too saw the cop they would put their guns away. Boy was I mistaken. They opened fire on both the girl and the cop, I reclined my seat figuring that the doors would provide more protection from stray bullets than the windows. But after reclining my seat I thought that it would have been a better idea to drive away which was now difficult to do from this reclined position. Then I woke up so I may or may not have made it out.
I can analyze this last one a bit. In the start I'm doing something that is not out of the ordinary. Megan is a real live person who was in fact getting ready to go the prom and its not crazy to think that I would go to see her dress. Her sister is also a real live person, one that I use to be good friends with, but have since lost touch with. (She now lives out of state with here husband.) So for her to be rude to me is not unheard of in dreamland. I don't however have an explanation for the girl outside or the cop, nor the guys with the guns.
