Jun. 13th, 2004 04:35 pm
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Just woke up early. I'm probably going to go back to bed for a few more hours, but in the mean time, here are some highlights of my dream, before all of it fades away.
  • An episode of Crime and Punishment (link changed 8/2/11; originally "http://www.nbc.com/Crime_&_Punishment/") about the trial of a man stalking the Fab Five (link changed 8/2/11; originally "http://www.bravotv.com/Queer_Eye_for_the_Straight_Guy/").
  • Excerpts from a old journal describing the first experiences with popcorn:
    • After the kernel was expanded with oil and flour B------ and S------ both expressed concern that what they had swallowed moments before was some sort of jewel or stone that would expand after eating more food . . .
    • "How does the expansion occur when there is clearly no water without the kernel?"
    • "The kernel is infused with Entertainment Tonic, which is excited by heat . . ."
  • Searching for a point of a "Bermuda-like" triangle with a GPS receiver.
And back I go.
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The Gardeners for the house behind mine decided to come late today, and work extra long today, and work extra slow today, and wake me up for about two and a half hours today. It was not fun.

When I finally did get back to sleep, I dreamt I was at the American Crossword Puzzle Tournament. Things were different than I had expected, though. The first puzzle (and possibly others) was not complete when we received it. Instead, we everyone got just the grid. Then Will Shortz read out clues in random order, making it like a crossword version of Bingo. To my surprise, the grids were collected before anyone was finished. My neighbor at the table, Kiran Kedlaya, explained that this was sample data that was going to be used to callibrate the complex measuring system now in place.

But I remember most about the dream was that, as a tribute to Bob Keeshan, he had altered his nametag to read "Kiran Kangaroo."
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Aha! I knew it! The song that mysteriously appeared in my dream the other day is a real song, although I was dreamily making up new lyrics. I know because it's on KCRW's Morning Becomes Ecclectic, right now! It's called "Rattlesnake Charm", and it's by Sean Hayes. No, I don't know why it was in my dream.

And the [livejournal.com profile] johnratite Post-Game Reunion Show has begun. If you followed the game even briefly, fill out the polls and/or leave your thoughts.
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The special guest star in my dream today was [livejournal.com profile] shadesong who was in town for an unnamed semiformal event. Dream Shadesong looked nothing like [livejournal.com profile] shadesong, and yet, was still [livejournal.com profile] shadesong. At one point, she was described by [livejournal.com profile] wjukknibs' brother-in-law to an old friend from Cherubs as "Tablesaw's hot chyk friend." The event ended with a fun and exciting game of Pyramid. Unfortunately, I cannot remember any of the categories or clues.


Jul. 23rd, 2003 09:06 am
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I'm really not happy with my life right now, and I don't feel like doing laundry. I haven't felt like doing laundry for a while now, but that was more of a general indolence. Today, I just can't bring myself to go out and deal with a loud room of angry machines churning and churning away. Last night I had a horrible dream in which somebody died and I woke up sobbing. And now, things are just wrong, wrong, wrong.
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After about eight hours I had started to feel run down. ACRONYM Headquarters was divided into three rooms, a working room (where we solved puzzles), an anteroom (where visitors could be entertained without worrying about them seeing answers on the walls) and a sleeping room. I went into the last of these, and stretched out on a table. I wrapped my winter coat around me and closed my eyes.

It had been a hard eight hours. After a strong first round, we were starting to get worn out. I was, at least. There was still a bunch of shredded paper, there was a whole new round of puzzles that I hadn't looked at, and it was very, very, very, very, very, very cold. That last one bugged me the whole weekend. I was starting to wonder how much I could really help, and what I was doing there. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep.

I didn't stay asleep for long. I was restless. There was so much work to be done. It was cold. Also, they past eight hours had been very frenzied, compared to a very slow, relaxing, rejuvenating week in Providence. So I lay on the table with the coat over my face. I could see a faint light from outside the window, and two years away. From two rooms away, I could hear Sax's voice explaining something. I couldn't understand what it was she was saying, but it was present enough that I couldn't return to my brief, blissful slumber. It was like a splinter in my mind, bringing me back to life, toward reality. I pulled myself up, rubbed my eyes and went back to work. I was about to realize what I'd gotten myself into.

The Matrix )

Round Three )

Whoa--I Know Training )

Boy these things are long. Next episode: Round Four, the Acme Fight Song, Acme starts to Hint, Climbing the Stairway to Heaven and the Round Two Metapuzzle.
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For no really good reason.

I do have a lot to write about. I have things about the Hunt, about yesterday's puzzle party, a whole lot about puzzling and my life, really.

After a twenty-six-hour day, twelve of which were spent with NPL people, I spent the next twelve hours having a dream of next year's Mystery Hunt. It was/will be close, but ACRONYM wins. Sorry if I spoiled the ending for anyone.

So, I'll try to get that down tonight.

Now, normal sleep.

P.S. I almost forgot, Museum Piece is going to be presented at a San Francisco NPL meeting. Woohoo! I hope it goes well.
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I've been having a harder and harder time remembering my dreams. Here are some snippets I remember:

  • I went to a party with my future Mystery Hunt team to practice and get to know one another. Several people whom I know will be on the team were there. So was [livejournal.com profile] trentm. He may have been a representational stand-in for [livejournal.com profile] davidglasser, but he still looked and acted like Trent and everyone called him "Trent". He did no magic, though.
  • At the party, there was a game/puzzle that was a tiling puzzle and word search. I remember working on it in my dream, but my dream manipulations didn't get me very far.
  • At the party, we played a strange form of billiards on a badly homemade table. Some of the balls were fruit.
  • After the party (I think after; the chronology is sketchy), I took a wrong turn coming home and ended up walking through a suburban wonderland where everyone was getting ready for prom, including someone who was related to George "41" Bush.
  • In the same area I came across several high school alumni, including [livejournal.com profile] wintercolours wearing a sexy bathing suit with another friend from high school whom I had run into a few weeks ago. Why was [livejournal.com profile] wintercolours suddenly a member of my high school class? I don't know. For that matter, why can't I remember more about the part of the dream with the sexy girls in bikinis?
  • There was a lot more stuff involving puzzling people, including what may have been a crossword tournament in a preschool. Why was I there? I dunno. But [livejournal.com profile] trentm was there again.
  • There was also a lot of stuff about cameras, video cameras, home movies, and extended sequences with me in the bathroom, unable to "go", having long conversations with people.

Having written this all down, it occurs to me that it would seem as though I remembered quite a lot. However, I can recall that there was a lot of conversation (unusual for my dreams) and realistic, incidental action which is lost to me. Bug.
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I've not been sleeping well. Maybe it's the heat.

That's right, the heat. Those of you not in the Southern California may not be aware that we're in the middle of an extreme heat wave, with highs in the eighties in many areas. Even for Los Angeles, that's unseasonably warm. And with all this heat, I am getting very, very worried about my upcoming visit to Providence and Boston. I mean, it's slightly above freezing over there. What was I thinking? I'm definitely going to need to buy a few warm shirts before i leave.

Anyway, for the past few days, I've been waking up for no reason at about 3 p.m., after only four hours of sleep. I've had mixed results trying to fall back asleep, sometimes succeeding quickly, sometimes being delayed over an hour. The choppiness of my sleep has led to some strange, but extremely hard to remember dreams. All I can remember from yesterday's was that I was in another country, which I assume was Israel since I met [livejournal.com profile] orenr's family. At some point I was also driving a truck.
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[livejournal.com profile] fauxpas is official my dream girl for the year, making her fourth noteworthy appearance in my dreams. Last night, she and I were paired up with Jesus (no, not that Jesus; well, maybe that Jesus, we weren't sure) and trying to discover the source of some mysterious mystery. After searching through the many mansions on the street for clues, we had found only questions, dead bodies and missing people. Finally, at the penultimate house, we managed to get some information. There was a man there, going insane and wasting away in the attic who was willing to give us some cryptic information. It all seemed to do with a tattoo he had. Or didn't have anymore.

See, there was a "cult" of some sort that was using power from the ancient gods to take control of the area. But something had gone wrong, and it seemed to be this guys fault. The power was supposed to be imprinted in massive complex tattoos, but he had altered the needle to make the process go faster. The result was that the tattoo had imploded on itself, and threatened to pull in the rest of the man's skin into whichever strange place it had gone.

Armed with this new knowledge, [livejournal.com profile] fauxpas, Jesus and I set out for the last house, a mansion filled with danger that would take us a long time to search. And I woke up to watch The Sound of Music.
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This weekend, I spent far too little time writing and puzzling and far too much time sleeping. As a result, (a) I am far behind schedule on NaNoWritMo, and slightly behind schedule on Museum Piece and (b) I feel absolutely fantastic. My history has led me to prize result (b) a good deal more than result (a). But I still have some work to catch up on this week.

I'm refocusing my novel. I was trying to be "novelly," and failing. I'm a playwright at heart, and I'll stick to dialogue and brief descriptions and avoid long narration whenever possible. It looks better, feels better, and doesn't make me sad.

I bought a card table from Target today. The guest number for the Puzzle party is rapidly rising, looking to be about 25. Please, please, please no rain, no rain, no rain. I also bought a Scrabble set (which I needed) and a SpongeBob SquarePants game (which I didn't but which looks moderately fun and has great peripherals).

Yesterday, I dreamt that I dreamt of [livejournal.com profile] senescence. The weirdness factor was high since (1) it was a dream within a dream, (2) I have never met her, and (3) both dream-in-a-dream me and dream-her were aware that it was a dream (but only of one level) and that we hadn't met yet. Then, I woke up and ended up IMing with her the for many hours. Crazy.

Time for more sleep. Bring it on!
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I slept in late yesterday, and thusly missed Survivor. I did have a very intriguing dream, however, so I count it no great loss. (Because missing Survivor is normally such a great loss...)

A dream )


I conquered another realm of bachelorhood today, locating and successfully using the local coin-operated laundromat. Hooray for clean underpants. I'm probably going to make Monday or Tuesday mornings my regular time, since it will get me in early enough to have lots and lots of machines.


The reason I've entered myself into NaNoWriMo is that I have had the germ of an idea for a novel for a while now, but didn't really have anything to do with it. I'd rather not discuss it too much yet, except to say that this idea came to my while in the bathroom, for no apparent reason. I'm not a person who does much thinking in the bathroom, but there you are. Or there I was. Or there I went. Whatever.

Anyway, now the wheels are kicking up on it again, though, of course, I'm not writing any text down yet. The working title, Compact Photo is horribly off-base, but it does incorporate the two most important items of the original image. More in November.


My journal is starting to get filled up with notes for my Muses puzzle. You can't see them, but they're there all the same. I've been making more good progress, and am close to having one of my more thorny puzzles worked out. I still have to buckle down and write that flat, though.

Band nice.

Sep. 14th, 2002 08:20 pm
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I didn't sleep well today. Here's the only bit I remember clearly. Keep in mind that it was printed in (a magazine?) and I was actually reading it in my dream. I can't remember the names of the boy and the girl, so those two are bracketed.
[Boy] was in the tower. He was having a meet cute with [girl] during a band nice. They started practicing together, he on his violin, she on her trombone; but eventually they moved on to others and the tower became a hurricane of noise. [livejournal.com profile] veek walked in on it accidentally, and had to play the role of Therese, who is easily duped by the couple. She threw [boy] a line, and he missed it. Threw two more before he finally caught on. Soon, he and [girl] were gigglingly bemusing [livejournal.com profile] veek, while she amusedly let them.

The sat for hours talking about their lives. "I've played at least three instruments for as long as I can remember." "Me too!"

They made beautiful music together.
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Last night I fell into a nap while Conan was on the TV. Although I was asleep, I suspect that he did one of his old "driving the desk around" skits. Now, I can't be certain, since I was asleep, but I suspect that, since he no longer has Andy to ride shotgun, he pulled an audience member to aid with the comedy-jokes. I suspect all of this, because this is what happened in my dream, and the skit ran in and out of the foreground of my dream for quite a while.

Here's the kicker: in my dream, the guy who was riding with him was very clearly this guy. Why? I don't know, except that I happened to see his picture while looking through my FOAF page. I've never met him, and I didn't even read the entry that I saw his picture on, yet there he was. With Conan. Driving the desk.
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I know it's a weekend when, after being awake for six hours, I can opt for a four-hour nap without being fired.

But before my dream, there was another dream, courtesy of Joss Whedon.

Buffy's Dream )
My Dream )

Two weeks.

Jul. 6th, 2002 06:56 am
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It's been two weeks since I switched my journal to friends-only. Two weeks where the first thing on my journal page is a request to contact me. Two weeks that someone hasn't.

When I get home, I'm going to retroactively de-friends-only-ize my journal, with a longer explanation. Till then, some shorter notes.

The deadline for the August Enigma is soon. In fact, tomorrow, so I need to buckle down and get some stuff in. I already completed one, a collaboration with [livejournal.com profile] tahnan. I've got one I need to revise and two I need to finish. So, the cavalcade of clerihew is a bit postponed. But in keeping with my NPL bent:

[livejournal.com profile] davidglasser's
One of the harassers
Asking me to mete
Out hints for a flat complete.

[livejournal.com profile] saxikath
Makes up math
Problems about cattle traders
For second-graders.

The Fourth of July with [livejournal.com profile] wjukknibs and company was a lot of fun. It makes me wish I were going to Vegas with lots of people I'd like to spend more time with. Actually, no. It makes me wish that all of those people had decided to go somewhere more interesting.

Speaking of going places interesting, I need to start planning for travel again. My cousin is getting married this fall in Portland, which makes me wonder if I should also try to swing up to Seattle. Then again, [livejournal.com profile] veek might send me psychic bombs of death vibes if I don't visit Boston/Providence. And [livejournal.com profile] wjukknibs is going to be going to Vegas again. (At least, I assume he is. He always seems to be.) Choices, choices, choices.

It was tough sleeping yesterday. I had to take a very active role in my dreams. I was aware, on a very basic level, that the only reason I was asleep was because I had a light mask on my face and was dreaming. If the dream ended, I knew I would immediately return to consciousness and be unable to get back to sleep. So I had to constantly think of new and interesting places to take my dream, to be sure that I got enough sleep.

MonNYTX: 6:30. Made some mistakes, and also nearly dropped my lunch on the floor. MonLATX: 5. TueNYTX: 4:30. TueLATX: 6:15. Who the hell is 24A? WedNYTX: 6.Under the circumstances, the clue for 52D is fantastic. WedLATX: 8:15. 54D? ThuNYTX: 20. Bleah. ThuLATX: 6:30. FriNYTX: 11:30. FriLATX 7.
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Yesterday, there was an annular eclipse visible in Los Angeles. I slept through it because I stayed up late (see previous entry). I did dream about getting up and watching it with my family, though, which I thought was odd. We went out and watched the partially occluded ball of fire sink beyond the horizon. Then, later, the moon shot through the sky.

[livejournal.com profile] inkylj is starting a new RPG on [livejournal.com profile] ifmud based on Nobilis. Players play demigods who control whatever they wish to control. (That means you, God of Embarrassing Social Diseases and Goddess of Lipton Tea Bags!) It looks to be a lot of fun. I command the Power of Puzzles. (Ok, so it's not the most original idea I could have, but I'd like to start with something simple in what looks to be a very unusual game system.)


MonNYTX: 4:30. MonLATX: 4. (Ha Ha, [livejournal.com profile] davidglasser!). TueNYTX: 4:30. TueLATX: 5:30.
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Has LiveJournal become a part of my brain? Most certainly. How do I know? Yesterday, I had my second dream involving a person I do not know, except from their live journals.

A few weeks ago, I had a dream featuring [livejournal.com profile] fauxpas. I was flying into a city (unnamed) and meeting up with her. She had recently been complaining about her coworkers in her journal, which was accompanied by an extensive streaming video of her playing indoor hockey against them, and acting as a damn good goalie, with near psychic powers. But when I arrived at her house the various decorations of her living quarters led me to believe that her real trade was espionage of some sort, or possibly burglary. I confronted her about it, and she told me the truth, but that truth is lost to the mists of my unconscious. This was odd, because all of the online pictures of fauxpas have her face blurred out. Her face was not blurred out in my dream, but the camera angles of my dream conspired so as never to give me a clear view of her face.

Last night, my dream featured [livejournal.com profile] luxnightmare which is even odder, since I've only just added her to my friends list. Odder still, she seemed to be part of the entire night of dreaming, rather than just a segment. Normally, I dream in discontinuous episodes that my brain later fuses together into one. Yesterday, however, these segments were connected by a series of episodes that took place in something akin to the Big Brother house in construction, where I would meet up with luxnightmare and talk about what had happened during my "day" (that is, I would talk about the dream segment I had just experienced involved in). We seemed to be there as part of some teacher-training program, and there were other inhabitants, but I never saw them. Then I would sleep, wake up instantaneously, talk with luxnightmare again, and go into another dream. Before one segment, we agreed to meet for lunch during the day, so during the dream (which was a strange conflation of Hamlet and the Old Testament that took place in a melded church/library/desert) I was occasionally wondering how I would explain that I had to miss lunch because of King Claudius of Judeah causing it to rain. I also recall thinking to myself on several occasions, "Tablesaw, it's really weird that you're dreaming of someone you only know through her journal of a few days," but the dream continued.

I had similar experiences as I got involved with [livejournal.com profile] ifmud, but since I've have now actually met many of those people, dreaming about them tends to take on less significance than it did a year ago. Perhaps it will be like that with livejournal, eventually. For now, it's still very odd.

FriLATX: 8:30. FriWSJX: 20. I'm having trouble convincing the New York Times that I'm allowed to use my credit card to renew my Xword subscription. Hopefully, that will clear up soon.


May. 21st, 2002 07:00 am
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[livejournal.com profile] moominmolly said it here, sometimes one needs a vacation from vacation. I've spent quite a lot of the past two (?) days sleeping, partly to put myself back on a lobster-shift schedule, partly to simply recover. Nothing big, just sleep, peaceful and restful and relaxing. No important dreams to recount either. Last night I was taking some college classes (no apparent reason) and two of them involved reading The Nutcracker. Thus, every other word in my dream was marzipan.

On the other hand, I could feel the tension draining back into my jaw and neck as I flew westward again. Less than it was a week ago, but still there.
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It's settled. I'll be moving into my Aunt and Uncle's soon-to-be-renovated guest house come the end of the summer. The rent is a bit steep, but utilities are included and it will be mine-all-mine. I also got a new personal phone number, but since I'm about to be given a free phone on Saturday, I'm not using the new number yet.

It was an awful day of sleep. I've been plagued by long dreams, dreams that seem to stretch on for hours and hours, but only take an hour or two of sleeping. It confuses my brain and makes me think I've been asleep for longer than I actually have. This wouldn't be a problem, but I have to be at the DMV in five hours to get my car officially transferred to my name.

I think it's the TV. There was a time when it was hard for me to sleep without the television on in the background, but recently, it's been very distracting. I tend to leave the television on when I need to wake up early; that way, after my alarm rings and I turn it off, it's harder for me to fall back asleep. But today it seemed that the extra stimulation from the television was just causing more problems for my sleeping brain to deal with and was probably preventing me from falling into deeper level sleep. I think I'm going to have to rethink this strategy. Maybe I can go back to listening to Steve Martin reading Pure Drivel on repeat and hope I don't get dreams filled red guys.

For now, I think I want some fresh donuts.


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