Feb. 4th, 2008

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Oooh, I just found a poem that I wrote about two and a half years ago that I had een wondering what ever happened to, and given up for lost.

I might clean it up a bit and post it later.
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...in my stomach. Dammit, I hate that feeling.

Eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich has lessened it a bit. (Blackberry preserves, roasted honey-not peanut butter and soft potato bread- potato bread, one of the few "traditional" central PA foods that I actually really like- makes for a damned good pb&j.)
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Dear Brain,

Stop having dreams that involve me getting cut up.

kthxbye.

Laid back down for a nap today a bit after 3, and I get this:

I was looking down at myself, laying on an operating table. The table was covered by sheet that was bright blue- cobalt blue, but a little lighter. This operating table was in an empty room- if the space could be called a room, there was a sense of vastness, unending floor. The table was illuminated from above by a spotlight, but there was no source for the light. Beyond the reach of the light, which was pretty much limited to the table- I could just barely see a bit of checkered tile floor below it- white, and a similar blue to the sheet- everything was pitch black. I was unconscious, though under no anesthesia, and there were no breathing machines, oxygen masks, trays of surgical instruments or anything that one would expect to see in an operating room. I was unclothed and uncovered.

Perspective was descending until I was watching myself from a few feet above and just to the right side. Then I saw an anonymous arm reach out, holding a large knife with a razor fine edge, place the tip at the top of my head and made a single, perfect, continuous cut down the center of my face, neck and torso. The arm is covered in a sleeve and surgical glove of the same shade of blue.

Once the cut is complete, i see my skin all away to each side and all my internal organs exposed. They seem to keep functioning normally- I remember seeing my lungs continue to breathe with no difficulty. The surgeon has retreated just beyond my vision into the darkness, and I know that there are two others with him. I can't see them, but I know they're not dressed in blue.

Perspective switches to first person. I'm still unconscious and cut open, but I can see, as if I were just laying there with my eyes open.

As I lay there, I felt nothing, but within a few seconds, I see something starting to rise above me, as if rising from me. It looked like a layer of smoke- black smoke- waving and fluttering and swirling within itself, but it retained the distinct shape of a person laying down, arms straight down to the sides. It rose up and floated away. Shortly after that, another, and then another identical form of black smoke rises and floats away.

Then following this, three smoky forms descend on me- into me- same shape as the ones that rose from me, but they were not black. The first was light yellow. The second, deep purple. The third...that same blue as the surgeon's sleeve.

I remained motionless, but became conscious. My skin, peeled to each side, came together and fused without leaving a mark- I couldn't see this, but knew it was the case.

Then, without warning, I was falling- upwards- rushing towards what looked like a blueprint of a huge rectangular building. According to the blueprint, it was not divided into rooms and it looked like I would land exactly in the center of the space. I knew that when I impacted, the blueprint would become an actual building and the impact would occur as if I had been falling down, not up.

Just before- or perhaps just as- I hit the ground, my vision went black, my entire body gave a sudden jerk, and I woke up.


This brings to mind a dream I had uhg...six? years ago..something like that, I was still living in PA, I had laid down to take a nap and in the dream, I was looking down on myself taking a nap, and I saw these bands of color around me, in layers surrounding me, in the same colors as the smoky forms- first yellow right next to my skin, surrounded by deep purple, surrounded by blue, which I remember as a sky blue. My first thought had been "Oh, so auras do exist?" but didn't really give it much more thought than that and mostly forgot it til the colors in this dream yanked it out of the dusty shadows.
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Too bad I missed House last night (stupid Superbowl)

One of my coworkers, Brian, tells me that it was videoconferencing geektastic, in that there was an extremely convoluted video conference set up with a Cisco video conferencing unit...and a Polycom teleconferencing phone.

Thinking about whoever thought this was a good idea breaks my brain. but it amuses me.

Basically, Cisco teleconferencing units do not play with other brands. Polycom plays with anyone who's equipment will work with anyone else's (Theoretically anyway. Have fun with that Tandberg...)

For anyone who's wondered just whose equipment I work on, if you haven't figured it out, it's Polycom. You should see my office. It's insane.

Damn.

Feb. 4th, 2008 08:49 pm
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Had I known that all I needed to do to keep Tiffany from bugging me was to play some drum'n'bass, I'd have started listening to it on Mondays weeks ago.

Yay for Kosheen!
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There is something downright creepy about food whose name contains the word "delight".
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Uhg...she's talking about football. And how weird it is that her cousin said that the Giants would win the Superbowl and OMG they did can you believe it!!!!!!!!!????? That's SO WEIRD!

I'll give you weird.

Headphones...quick...Ah, Athenaeum, where have you been all my life?

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