Went and saw Spy tonight.  If you’re easily offended by language not a good choice, but it was funny.

     It’s amazing how fast the inside of my mouth heals.  Yesterday, I chomped my cheek really good, creating about a half-inch diameter hole in the flesh with bits of loose skin going every which way.  This morning, the wound was about one third the size it was last night and this evening it’s gone like nothing ever happened, only the vivid memory of the pain involved lingers.

     I thought I’d have nightmares of homeland security people firing rocket launchers or machine guns out of helicopters at me, like the army did at people in Iraq.

     Instead, I woke up out of a totally unlikely but very pleasant dream where I worked somewhere I never have, on a team project, and when it was completed, the team leader was given a $15,000 bonus, and she sponsored a night out and then we all had a party on a beach that lasted all night.  Everyone there was super nice and the whole group was just great people.

     The only places I’ve worked at mostly had good people, an occasionally grumpy boss (who as going through a divorce and trying to quit smoking at the same time), and bonuses were never part of the work experience no matter how hard we worked on a project.

     Here in Washington, most, if not all, of the beaches are closed at night, most don’t allow fires or alcohol, so no all-night partying on the beach here, which is a huge disappointment as I always enjoyed the Annette Funicello and Frankie Avalon Beach Party movies, especially the ones with the Rats.

     But it was a pleasant dream both because I was with a bunch of people I liked and it was on an ocean beach and I love the ocean but afraid to move there with the threat of a subduction zone quake and accompanying tsunami coming any time, not that I could afford to anyway.

      I was woken up at 3:49 AM by some asshole flying a helicopter around in circles over my home in Shoreline, Washington, near I-5, this morning.  I call the FAA’s 1-800-TELL-FAA line to complain and all I get is a friggin’ recording telling me to call back during normal business hours.  RIght, like that’s going to help me sleep with this asswipe buzzing my house.  And these people wonder why people take pot shots at them, shine lasers at them, etc.

     In case you didn’t get it, the big red bold font means I’m angry at being woken up.  I have enough trouble sleeping without some clown flying a helicopter over my head.  And please don’t try to pretend it was an emergency, if it were an emergency, there would be sirens, there weren’t any sirens, only the noisy thump thump thump of some moron flying a helicopter low over a residential area in the middle of the night.

     Over the weekend, a customer who has been with Eskimo for over 11 years passed away.  I’m not going to mention her name because I haven’t seen any public announcements, but I will say that she was one of the most pleasant people I’ve dealt with and she has been very active in the community and will be missed.  I know she was a woman of God and I feel confident she is with God now.

    I started out the day feeling insignificant, and I had a chance to help her room mate with some technical problems but also a chance to share in her grief.  And I feel fortunate to have known her and to still be alive and just a little less insignificant.  I know that each and every one of us is significant in God’s eyes.

   I feel so trapped in this little bubble of space and time.  Not knowing first hand what went on before me, or what will come after I’m gone.  Not being financially able to travel significantly and even see other parts of the world let alone what may lie beyond this planet.  I feel so incredibly insignificant today.

     Went back to sleep and had a war nightmare.  I think it was triggered by watching Men Who Stare at Goats last night.

     Most dreams I have fall into the ordinary category where things are not logically consistent, and even though they incorporate elements of reality, aren’t real and aren’t even plausible reality.

     Occasionally, I have precognitive dreams and these are entirely different in that they are moments out of a time in the future.  Most are short around 15 seconds or so, some are exceedingly short, only about a second, and the longest I’ve ever had was about two minutes worth.  These are always entirely logically consistent and real.

     The dream I just woke up out of was different than either of these.  It had the logical consistency of a precognitive dream, but it was a high school that wasn’t the school I went to.  The teachers in the dream were not any of the teachers I had in real life, but they seemed totally familiar in the dream.  The building itself was different than the school I went to and yet it seemed consistent and totally plausible.

     The dream was exceedingly ordinary.  I had left an English class in a hurry because I was going to register for a program that provided free reading material, this being, like my real high school days, before the days of home computers and Internet.  In fact, the building seemed even earlier than the school I went to, more like Roosevelt than Nathan Hale, a lot more wood used.  After going to the office and trying to register, but finding out I was too late, the program had ended, I headed to my next class which was a science class of some sort, only upon arriving discovered I had left a my notebook and a couple books in my previous class.

     I went back to the class room to retrieve them and the teacher had put them away for me making that task easy.  I awoke at this point.  The last few nights I’ve had nightmares.  This was pretty much an emotionally neutral dream.  Nothing disasterous happened, nothing really great happened, the school was different than my real school so there weren’t even feelings of missing it.  It seems pretty meaningless on the surface at least.

     I haven’t slept enough yet so going back to bed but wanted to record this while it was still fresh in my memory.