The Future Of This House

Yesterday
I muddled around quite a bit, trying to get my head right and decide what I was doing for the rest of the day. I grabbed lunch with Jeremiah and then spent the next few hours plotting out a conversation I would never end up having. I stumbled through the rest of the day trying to get straight and when I locked up just before seven it was a mad dash over to the dry cleaners to pick up my clothes. I was intending to go out. I stopped to chat with The Rookie for a bit and then headed home, totally forgetting to eat dinner even though I was starving. My brain was grinding hard. It wasn't a good feeling. So I hopped on the treadmill and walked until my brain stopped hurting. Then I shot upstairs, hopped in the shower, and headed into the living room to dry off and get dressed fully intending to go out. I wrapped myself in a clean towel, sat down in my chair and grabbed another towel to dry my hair . Three hours later I was still sitting there. Still wrapped in that towel having done and said nothing much but having thought about quite a bit.

2 Night Old Dreams
The other night I was dreaming trippy. Three separate dreams stand out. Here they are.

I was in some sort of home with tall glass windows and flat wooden ceilings. There were little pools in the middle of each room and I could see sea monsters swimming below, drifting from room to room. At first I was alone but then other people started to show up. They were all very quiet and I somehow got the impression that we were in a sort of museum. I walked around the edges of the room trying to avoid getting anywhere near the openings for fear of falling into the water with the sea monsters. But there were other people clustered in the corners of the room and every time I reached a corner I'd have to move closer to the center of the room just to get around them. One of these times the room was so crowded that I had to step over the edge of the pool and I thought it odd that I made the jump with such great ease. But as I entered room after room and they grew more and more crowded I found myself leaping over larger and larger pools. None of it seemed all that difficult, it just seemed odd. And then I reached what looked like the last room. It was practically empty and the only door I could see was the one I had just entered through. The opposite wall had no windows, it was just tall and white and somewhat imposing. I started to turn back but then I noticed a small girl standing by the pool. I wondered why she was standing there all alone so I walked over to her and said hello. She looked up at me and smiled, but didn't say anything back and soon returned to staring into the pool. I asked if she was ok and without looking at me she shook her head "yes" and then jumped into the pool. I panicked thinking about what all these gigantic sea monsters would do to this pretty little girl so I jumped in after her hoping to save her. The water was heavy and warm and though it was perfectly clear I couldn't see the bottom or the walls of the pool in any direction. The girl was nowhere to be found, but there were so many sea monsters I wondered how they didn't crash into each other as they thrashed about. Suddenly unsure whether there was a little girl in the first place I tried to surface only to find that the openings into the building were all gone and I could see nothing above my head at all. It was then I realized I could breathe perfectly find under water and knowing I had no other choice I began to swim amongst the monsters, hoping they wouldn't notice me and hoping I was heading in the right direction.

I was sitting near a camp fire under a gigantic overpass. It looked like I was under a highway, but I could hear no cars. In the distance I could see light and the sky so I knew it was daytime, but hidden so far from the opening the only light that mattered to me was the numerous campfires spread evenly about 30 feet apart. I could see other people I knew huddled near their fires, mostly in pairs sometimes in threes. But I seemed to be the only one alone, and no one seemed to be moving about. I got up and tried to walk towards one particular pair but found that I was unable to travel past the glow of my own fire. I tried calling out to them but it seemed like they must be much farther away than I thought. Once or twice when calling out to a particular person they seemed to have heard me, but they could not seem to locate where they sound was coming from, and when they reached the edge of their fires glow then wandered back towards their partner uncertain they had heard anything at all. After one such attempt to reach someone a few fires away I heard the sound of a man's voice shushing me, but I couldn't find where the noise had come from either. I waited a moment and then shouted, "Hello?" And then strained to hear where the responding "shush" came from. But it did no good. And then I noticed an old man wandering from fire to fire occasionally disappearing into the dark only to resurface in the glow two or three fires away. If anyone else noticed him they didn't seem to let on. And try as I might I couldn't discover a pattern amongst his travels, he would disappear in the shadows and a few moments later reappear somewhere else never stopping for more than a moment and never speaking to anyone, so I was very much surprised when he disappeared near one fire and suddenly was standing right next to me. I stared at him and he stared back for a moment, a quizzical look on his bearded face, and then I slowly reached out my hand in greeting and said, "Hello?" He looked down at my hand, the horror growing on his face, and he quickly slapped it away. He spent a moment longer considering me and then sat down on the other side of the fire from me. He ran his hand through his mangy hair, shaking his head in wonder, spit on the ground, looked right at me and said, "You and I need to talk. But first I need a nap." And just like that he was out. I watched him sleep for a moment before curling up and falling asleep myself.

I was in Goffle Brook Park, sitting in a giant old glass phonebooth with its' roof ripped off. With me are two girls I know and one of the guys from work. The guy from work was explaining to me how someone we had to deal with was unreliable and we shouldn't really count on them. The girls were talking about girly things and occasionally gesturing in my direction and then either giggling or just out and out laughing at me. I wasn't sure what they were talking about but I'm sure it was about me and I'm sure it wasn't flattering. I can't stop looking at them, and despite myself (and despite the fact they're likely destroying me) I find myself smiling in their direction entirely too often. There's something flitting about high over our heads, but it seems normal to the others so I don't say anything. But it's got me sort of nervous. The girls keep talking, and I'm feeling overly protective so I keep moving closer to them and ask them to be quiet.. But the guy from work keeps talking too, and now I'm on the verge of panic. I tell him to shut the hell up, there's something out there and we don't want it to hear us. At that moment there's a loud noise in the distance and everyone goes dead quiet. We're sitting there straining to hear any sign of what it is lurking around in the darkness when a light flickers on from the floor of the phone booth clearly illuminating us for any monster to see. Something roars, the girls scream. I wake up myself, the last rattles of my own guttural screaming echoing in my ears.


Typical
My father is in the office today. Not because he has anything to do or needs to be here, but because his wife is a pain in the ass and he simply needed to get out of the house. He's currently on the phone with all sorts of utility and service providers from Florida arguing his heart out to try and get them to reverse charges made while he was away. He likes to leave his utilities regular, his TV, internet, and phone services all on while he's gone. It makes sense they shift him to a vacation rate for the six months he's up here and when he goes back they just click it over to regular. He saves a little money and avoids the hassle of getting everything set-up again when he gets down there. He can afford it, so it's not really a big deal. Except it's been a year since he's been gone from Florida, he never went back this year. They only shift rates for six months. Which means for the last six months the put him back to the regular rate. He's ok with this. He can afford it, it still makes his life easier, and he knew they would do this. Problem is his wife is not ok with it and she's up his ass to try and change it. You can't fight the power company, they're the only game in town. This man is going to try though. I've been sitting here for the last hour listening to him argue with full conviction about something he neither believes is right or really cares about one way or the other...and I've come to a not so shocking conclusion. If the 70 year old multi-millionaire can spend an hour arguing about $60 that he neither actually believes he is entitled to or actually cares whether or not he gets, is there really any chance I can win in the end?