Hello Cantina! I played pick-up hockey yesterday for an extra 15 (FIFTEEN) minutes on top of our requisite 50, but I got to skate around and that's basically the whole point of hockey for me. Skatin' and ignorin' the hatin'!
(Also I'm afraid to skate without full body armour on... <<). Anywho, the point is I feel slightly less poopy so far today, and I think that's a good sign.
More importantely though, I HAD A DREAM!!!
and it wasn't a nightmare, really, I'm sure of it.
-->tl;dr: Don't read this if you ain't into listening to other's dreams
OKay, so basically, it started with me being all respectful and not-decapitated-like to this awful awful awful king at his coronation. It was a feast of some sort and I was the the staff being polite and you get the picture! Thing is, for some reason (usual dream logic) everyone went outside and gathered round this stage in the rain. I did too, I was supposed to help the choir do a pillar of awesome three people high with everyone singing and stuff. So we get out there and I lift someone up by the knees, only they're wobbly as all get out and I'm getting frustrated. Can't put 'em down though.
Everyone else in the pillar of awesome is doing just fine, and I can't see jack or diddily for the butt and robes all up in my grill. Then the king hisself (obviously, who else???) orders me to drop the choir person, which I do. He then tells me something or other mean and nasty -- that's the gist of it: 'mean and nasty' -- which amounts to like, "Use your magic to lift the choir person, is so much safer and you look dumb!" but I don't got magic and I can't say so. It's all v-embarrassing (sidenote: I just drank my coffee too quickly.)
So, that's pretty much the end of that scene, and I don't remember how I escaped the poopy king's clutches. Next, I find myself swimming through the sky between faerie and peopleland with a narrator telling me all about the "fear ones" as they like to be called (Yes, my dreams are terrible when it comes to grammar and diction). I think it was my subconscious pretending to be witty and play on "fae ones". I had made a deal with the fear ones and got all magicked up and supe's mega powerful -- swimming through the sky between worlds... Heeellloooo? -- but instead of taking revenge on the king for being a butt (my dreams iterate until I get the scene perfect btw) I swam down to this house thing with a bunch of other kids like (dream) me.
As soon as I enter it's all "Ha! the trap is sprung!" and we're all like "Whutwhut??" I don't know the other kids, but for some reason we all have a vested interest in each other's survival as we fight the mansion itself and some dragons and 'fear ones' to stay alive. At this point there was a lot of iteration and not a lot of progression in the dream, so it basically ended with me crawling through the hay hole of an attached barn (yeah, weird huh?) and getting eaten for my 'fear magicks'.
At least, that's the version I remember best from last night, there are other, foggier versions. Also, no, I do not write novels in that particular voice. Not yet at least.
Anyhow, this has been Last Night's Dreams, with moi, your host, Dammy the Dude. I'm glad I got that off my chest.
Next time I'll either use the self checkout or at the very least look carefully and make sure I'm not going to be checked out by the lady who feels the need to embarrass her customers by prying into their business. Good grief!
It's been awhile since I last made a project where gauge mattered, and sometimes I've had trouble getting gauge exactly right (the swatch comes out the correct height but is too wide or vice-versa) so that was pretty exciting that I don't have to do any more tweaking and can just move on and make the sweater. This sweater is for me, not my shop, too, so I'm really looking forward to having it, especially as the fall weather is staying consistently cool now.
