ticktockman

Back to School
I finally did it. A very long time after graduating from college, I'm back looking for more. The current career path is packed with dead ends, each notable for the zombie like, drooling gazes of those vainly attempting to claw their way up the wall. No thanks, need something new. Been stagnant too long, time to change. So I'm getting some classes under my belt, then off to do something medical. Maybe become an RN or PA or...something. Something else.

So right now I'm taking a summer class in chemistry. Because if I can handle that level of pace and subject, I can handle any damn thing. I won't go into the details, but so far work + school isn't so bad, mainly because I'm taking the school during the work (blowing some of my vacatation time to do so). The professor is decent, the lab TA's English is coming along pretty well, and the work isn't too bad. I'll deal.

Superman Returns was pretty good. I'm not inspired enough to write a full review, but suffice to say it was a good update/sequel/reimagining or however you want to think of it. Routh could have been a little bigger, but he really did look the part, and he followed in Reeve's shoes, with the addition of a level of vulnerability in place of Reeve's assertiveness. Very few minorities in Metropolis, oddly enough.

The Dreaming
I've been quite well-traveled of late on the other side; every night provides new amusements. And occasional horror, tho' I'm well used to that now. Still, if you've ever had sleep paralysis, you'll relate very well to the upcoming anecdote.

If you haven't, then imagine what it might be like to awaken within your dream. Truly awaken, but unable to move, while experiencing the dream's effects, which often include other "presences" in the room with you. So I was asleep, but awoke as someone joined me. I could not move, nor make any sound greater than a low moan as I pushed air from my lungs. Even knowing, on some level, what was going on, I felt terror pushing at my consciousness, but the fun had just begun.

I felt a hand on my leg, just above the ankle, and felt it glide up to my knee in a loving caress. My eyes flickered in that direction but caught only the pale fabric of a wedding dress. In this dream, it was my wedding night, and my dear bride had come to join me to celebrate the occasion. I felt the bed shift as she slid beneath the covers and up against my skin. I felt her arms wrap around me and her ribs, bare ribs, pressed against my side. And as she crept up the bed to give me our first wedding night kiss I felt the bones move beneath soft wedding dress fabric over my flesh. As my skeleton bride pushed her skeletal lips against mine I tried to cry out, but could only achieve that dull, pained groan.

Finally I shook myself awake. This has happened enough that I could laugh it off and, gradually, get back to sleep, but I won't forget it any time soon.

Feel free to add your own, lovely ladies who pay me a visit (and anyone else of course). Ticktockman out.

-TTm