The 14th is a Snowy Friday

Friday, 14 November, 2014 -( +1°C / 33°F @ 11:11 am )- -(Another source says it’s 0°C / 32°F )- with light snow falling here in Atlantic Canada.

This is a dream I had yesterday afternoon:

Thursday, November 13th, 2014: about 4:30-5:00 in the afternoon?:

Cathi was home sick for the second day in a row. I had felt progressively more and more lousy since last night. I had given up on trying to sleep. My muscles were aching and burning, I couldn’t get comfortable.

So I got up around 6:30 am and tried to blog, couldn’t. Didn’t just feel lousy in the physical sense, I had pins and needles in my head and couldn’t concentrate. I did manage to get a couple blogging things done before 4 pm.

And, around 4:00 – 4:15 pm, I tried again, went and laid down, said a couple prayers, tried to relax tension that kept finding new ways to sneak up on me and feel my muscles in a not-relaxed state, the minor stinging and burning stuff was trying to come back.

But I finally did fall asleep. And had a couple dreams in a short time.

The most vivid sequence:

I dreamed I was in a bed in a room that isn’t here, not in this house- and there was a doorway to another room a couple feet beyond the foot of that bed and a window in the room beyond the doorway. Daylight was coming in through the window, not overly bright, but daylight.

I heard something and raised my head to see a black shadow form of a human being. I thought it was a man or a male, by the shape of the shadow’s head, no long hair shadow. Also it looked like a solid shadow, a three dimensional one.

I drifted away from that dream and came back and told the shadow to go away, it wasn’t supposed to be here. And I started waking up, or at least dreaming I was waking up, hovering between states in a place that wasn’t quite ‘here’.

It took a while, but a child’s voice came into focus. At least it sounded like a child’s voice, a boy’s. It sounded young, kind of high pitched, not infantile, but childlike, pre-adolescent? and it sounded like I was listening to the voice through a watery filter.

He said, “I was born here- you sound like you have an accent-”

I knew he was waiting for a reply, I told him, “Yes, I was born in the U.S.A. and moved here several years ago.” And I went on to tell him that he shouldn’t stay in this world, if he was stuck he could go to the light.

I told him what the most reliable source on ghostly phenomena that I know told me, I died in a car crash in 1934 and ‘haunted’ Chicago for four years, but I made it out of that existence and if he tried, he could travel back in time and check that out and see what happened. If I’m back here, living a ‘new life’ he could safely go to the ‘other side’ and come back, I think- pretty much any time he wanted to.

I felt like he was pretty happy about that. And while I was writing this here just now, I felt like he was reading ‘over my shoulder’ and approved, and was happy that I was telling his story.

Cathi has done more research on geneology stuff than I have, and she knew how to follow the family name of people who lived in this house before we did.

She thinks that two owners ago the guy who lived here was pre-deceased by a son. When I told her about the dream/contact with the young male person she wondered if that was him.

If it was, I hope he is not stuck here, trapped either by fear or some sort of dogma or lack of understanding, or a belief that that’s what happen when people die, you stay here-

I felt pretty darned good after that, like the angelic help I was trying to call on in the background while I was talking to the young person came through, helped the boy and came back to tell me he’d moved on, might be back again, but is not stuck here. Somebody communicated with positive emotion.

That was the best I felt in a couple days.

—Hope I’m not coming down with anything—

—thanks,

 ———jda——

Friday the 13th is a Thursday this month?

Thursday, November 13th, 2014. -(+5°C / 41°F & Sunny, w/blue skies & “clear” @ 3:33 pm in Atlantic Canada )-

Bear sitting at a picnic table.

“Don’t talk to me before I’ve had my coffee-“

Disheartened? I was feeling that a while ago. Cathi’s still sick. I’m apparently coming down with whatever she’s got, weird aches and pains and pervasive ‘blahs’. This blog is no longer listed in the nablopomo list on the page I signed up for. I did wonder if I’d signed up in the wrong place and went back to check, saw this blog listed as #1066, thought that might be a significant number. And yesterday, rechecking, we’re not listed any more. I have no idea why not. I’m thinkin that somebody on their end isn’t doin a lot of communicatin. Maybe this stupid exercise isn’t official. Maybe I didn’t see something somewhere that might have told me I had to do something I haven’t done or shouldn’t do something I have done. Or maybe I don’t meet their unpublished criteria. Shrug.

Dreams: Yup, again, many. The only one I can remember is one I told Cathi about. My mother was in the bathtub upstairs in our old house down there in the smoke of Fairfield county. The bathroom was over the kitchen. I was at the sink. The kitchen sink was probably right under the bathroom sink and the bathtub would have been over the kitchen table. But as I was standing at the kitchen sink water started raining down through the ceiling over that sink, from more than half a dozen spots. I ran upstairs and told her through the door that water was leaking into the kitchen below. She asked me a question about what I’d said, or something, I don’t remember what she asked in the dream.

Sleep? Forget it. I was up and down from the time I climbed into bed until I gave up at about 6:15 am.

Health? forget it. We haven’t built up an immunity to New Brunswick germs yet. Anything that comes along is debilitating.

NaNo? by their count through a validation doozy? 54,510. Through the Open Office Word Count function: 55,131.

NaBlo? Who cares?

Etc.? = Gaaaaaa! I’m going to pass out soon.

—Grumble Grumble–,

~~~~~ ———jda——

Wednesday / Day 12

Wednesday, November 12th, 2014 -( +6°C / 43°F @3:00 pm and very grey outside in Atlantic Canada )-

Went over 50,000 words at NaNoWriMo Yesterday. But Ya can’t ‘Win’ the challenge until at least the 20th, when you can upload your ‘novel’ into their verification word counter.

Dreams: Yup. The only thing I an remember, the only thing I could remember as soon as I opened my eyes was looking at a list of businesses in a building’s lobby. I saw something like 4 businesses listed and one of them was a law firm with at least 3 lawyers listed, one of them was ‘Clark’.

Reality: Cathi is home sick today. I’m hurting. I think I spent the last fifteen or twenty minutes of sleep in an uncomfortable position and after being okay through 5 or six hours, I now have a splitting headache.

Weird Sleep Non Patterns: Got to bed around 9. Heard the dog outside my window, barking and whining, sounding like he was barking at an intruding presence and then whining because that intruding presence didn’t come over to play with him. Cathi confirmed that there was somebody walking a dog on the sidewalk down the slight hill on the main north-south drag that is something like fifty meters from the dog’s fence. 100 to 150 feet from the door that does not face anything but the dog’s fenced off 40 by 10 feet area. We live on a side street that is almost perfectly perpendicular to that main road, but on the maps of the area, our street runs off on an angle. So, it probably took me at least 15 minutes to drop off into sleep and I’ll stretch it on this end and say I woke up at 3:15. That would be 6 hours of pretty good uninterrupted sleep.

I haven’t looked at the news sites to see what’s going on in the world out there yet. I’ll go do that and see what Doug’s been up to.

—Ouch–,

———jda——

Tuesday / Day 11 / Remembrance Day In Canada

Tuesday, November 11th, 2014  -( +9°C / 48°F @ 4:30 pm with sun set approaching and clear skies in Atlantic Canada )-

Remembrance Day in Canada, Armistice Day in ‘The lower 48’.

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NaNoWriMo:  I wrote all night, stopped NaNo at 48, 778 words That was adding 8,283 words between midnight and 6:30 am after adding somethig like 341 words between 11:00 pm and midnight. I have something like 1,222 words to go to finish & ‘Win’ the NaNoWriMo Challenge this year. I have no idea how much I will feel like I have to do to bring that story in line with what with I did before NaNo- to make it feel complete. I know I will have to edit the stuff that went before, there is some implausible stuff in there that needs to be toned down or eliminated. I got through a particularly sexy scene last night, may need to re-think that, in whole or edit some of its details later, but I thought it was important, and I liked the way the kids in the story handled that.

Sleep: After checking email and stuff, and feeding and letting animals outside to pee etc, it was after 11:00 before I got to bed – Somebody was shooting off cannons, like once a minute, I thought I counted 11 kabooms and wondered where they were doing that, and then drifted off, probably something like 11:30 am and woke up disoriented at about 4:30 (4:25 when I first looked at the clock) So in my weird non schedule, I got 5 hours of sleep today. Pretty much slept through in one block. No restless reawakening, needing to run to the washroom or anything.

Dreams: I had some, and bad me again, I did not immediately write anything down upon awakening, so a few short minutes after waking up enough to say so the details were gone and I felt like I’d lost something, like maybe my memory was slowly failing me, and may have accelerated to the point where this can happen in recent months. Or it could be that as far as dream cycles go, I’m in a non-memorable stretch and whatever I dreamed wasn’t worth remembering.

Automobile-like schnarr: Cathi used a weird new drill bit thing to work on the Jeep’s tail light -one screw had frozen and made it impossible to change the light bulb to replace the burned out brake light bulb on the right side in the rear- while I slept. –today is her Holiday from work– And told me it worked ‘great’. She also started the jeep up and let it run a bit, it did not stall, but she noticed that it’s ‘running on fumes’ so maybe if the problem that had it stall three times on the way back from the Irving Convenient store the last time I drove it there and back- might have been due to moisture in the gas lines, sounded a lot more probable to her, next time we go get gas, we should toss in some gas line anti freeze ‘dry gas’ and see if that works. She doesn’t want to find out the Jeep needs a couple thousand bucks worth of attention, and between unethical repair guys and the possibility that letting the jeep sit idle too long might cause bigger problems again- we will have to see what we can do to check out the, ‘try the simplest-cheapest approach first’ method of coping with vehicular schnarr, and soon.

Allergies: Eyes burning, minor aches all over.

Outlook: Not bad.

—shrug–