Another Random Musing

I slept late today and didn't motivate myself to do much until sometime in the afternoon. It was actually rather refreshing. I spent the day with Shelby, Steve, and Amy, causing havoc (which basically meant playing video games and going out for lunch). And now here I sit, relatively tired and dreading the idea of having to drive tomorrow.

I had a dream this morning (I woke from the alcohol stupor at about 10 but still felt hazy and slept some more) that was rather odd. Supposedly, me and some of my family and friends ventured out to California. Anyway, we went into a store there and a random woman insisted on buying me a beautiful emerald ring. She told me she'd be back in 30 minutes to deliver the ring to me, and went on about her way. I was wandering the streets when I realized I had become very lost and didn't recognize any of my surroundings. I walked around in a panic, trying to find familiar territory, but saw nothing... and I then realized I had no means of contacting anybody to tell them I'd gotten lost.

I ended up in a shady sort of place, where I went into an underground floor that was some kind of disgusting restroom. There, I met up with several grungy and rough-looking women, none of which seemed to happy to see me wander in. They informed me that there was something weird going on in an abandoned schoolhouse -- though I never asked -- and then sent me on my way. I quickly fled the place and started once again to find my way back to familiar ground.

I came across a beautiful and relatively modern-looking schoolhouse and wandered inside after finding a door ajar. There I found a building much older and dilapidated on the inside, and eerily empty halls. The further I walked along in the place, the more I heard very hushed whispering in tense voices. I walked up to a door and pressed my ear against it, and heard plans being made.

But obviously I was not supposed to hear them. I found myself being chased by several people, brandishing ropes and other fine torture tools. I ran into a classroom and found that the chalkboards moved and were hidden passageways into adjacent rooms. I quickly jumped through several of them, until I finally came to one that seemed stuck. I pushed with all my might and, at the last second, jumped through it and ended up in a small room. The people who had been pursuing me seemed to give up, but decided to search for me outside.

I crawled out of the little room and climbed out a window, beginning to quickly walk away from the place. I was spotted, however, and was chased once again. I wound up back in the shady building again, faced with a blocked door. Of all things, my body began glowing red, and I threw my hands out to the sides. The block shattered into a million pieces, and I ran on. I saw a glass door blocking me from the road and did the same thing, causing an explosion of glass... only one piece of the shrapnel hit me, and it hurt like hell and made me bleed profusely (and it was a very small fragment). I grasped my wounded arm and ran into the streets again, dodging traffic and nearly getting hit on several occasions. The police grabbed me and began to interrogate me and my wild running, and the crazed people of the abandoned schoolhouse caught up. ...But I woke up.

...Yep. I apparently have magical powers in my dreams. That dream seemed real, and I remember waking up feeling as if I had a piece of glass in my arm.

So tomorrow afternoon I get to head back to Columbus to resume normal life. The only problem I have with this is having to get back on the expressway. After what happened to me on Tuesday, all I keep thinking about is how close I came to being smashed between a concrete wall and a trailer. I'll probably track down an alternate route, as I'm still very afraid to be on the expressway. I know I could handle the drive without issue, but I just want to make it home alive.

And yeah. Next week I need to track down a doctor and get two needles... one in the arm, and one on the hip. The one on the hip doesn't seem to hurt, as I've got large hips and lots of "cushion," (I didn't even notice when I got a shot in the hip the last time) but the one in the arm will definitely sting. I would've done this task on Friday, but I'd had enough of doctors for one week.

I guess I oughta go get some sleep so I'll be alert tomorrow.