Hard time dealing today.
Ate carbs after 10 pm last night and was up and uncomfortable and really trippy dreamy all night. I dreamed I had been sent to this art school in Africa or thereabouts, and that I had missed my flight home once the term was done. Transportation not being all that great in the African dreamscape, I was forced to take an overland safari to Bahrain (in the dreamscape a landlocked African - Arabian city) to catch a plane back home. So, me and a few guides and stragglers (including a tall blonde woman I vaguely remember hooking up with at some point) set off on this journey through the steppe. I saw giraffes, lions, and rhinoceri and those beetles that bore into your ear while you sleep. In the middle of the savannah we come upon sunken stairs leading to a closed gate (similar to a storefront gate you find in New York City). Myself and our two guides open up the gate and find a complex of buildings. They go to investigate, leaving me to watch the entrance. After a very short time, however, I hear gunshots and the dying screams of our guides. I immediately think "poachers" and hightail it out, forcing us to take the rest of the difficult trip without a clear idea of where we are going. I pick up the slack, however, and manage to lead us to Bahrain.
Thereabouts I immediately start to question the wisdom of THAT destination as, of course, all I have is a passport identifying me as an American Jew (a double negative in many Arabian countries).
At this point my phone rings: it's one of my developers and I can't decide really if I have escaped one unpleasant situation for one even more unpleasant.
Ate carbs after 10 pm last night and was up and uncomfortable and really trippy dreamy all night. I dreamed I had been sent to this art school in Africa or thereabouts, and that I had missed my flight home once the term was done. Transportation not being all that great in the African dreamscape, I was forced to take an overland safari to Bahrain (in the dreamscape a landlocked African - Arabian city) to catch a plane back home. So, me and a few guides and stragglers (including a tall blonde woman I vaguely remember hooking up with at some point) set off on this journey through the steppe. I saw giraffes, lions, and rhinoceri and those beetles that bore into your ear while you sleep. In the middle of the savannah we come upon sunken stairs leading to a closed gate (similar to a storefront gate you find in New York City). Myself and our two guides open up the gate and find a complex of buildings. They go to investigate, leaving me to watch the entrance. After a very short time, however, I hear gunshots and the dying screams of our guides. I immediately think "poachers" and hightail it out, forcing us to take the rest of the difficult trip without a clear idea of where we are going. I pick up the slack, however, and manage to lead us to Bahrain.
Thereabouts I immediately start to question the wisdom of THAT destination as, of course, all I have is a passport identifying me as an American Jew (a double negative in many Arabian countries).
At this point my phone rings: it's one of my developers and I can't decide really if I have escaped one unpleasant situation for one even more unpleasant.
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