November 2nd, 2003

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Dreams: Heroism, Metaphor, and Ehn.

A friend and I go into some dive bar for some reason. In the back of the bar is some old alcoholic dude that we're supposed to talk to. He's got a little baby that he lets me hold. During the course of the conversation and my interaction with this baby it becomes clear to me that this guy has been abusing this baby (it isn't clear exactly how, physically hurting it or just exposing it to malnourishment and the unhealthy environment of the bar....I think both). The baby is really happy to be with me and is asking me for help to get away (it's a tiny little baby but old enough to talk). Anyway, at some point I just get up from the table and walk towards the bar. I ask the bartender "hey man, what's up with that guy and this kid". The bartender looks conflicted and won't answer me and then just throws me an envelope full of money and nods. I understand this to mean that he is endorsing my plan to kidnap/save this kid and he is giving me cab fair.

Somehow my friend who is with me also realizes my plan and it's neccessity so she starts talking up a storm with the alcoholic guy to distract him. I walk out the door and look for a cab.

When the alcoholic realizes what has happened he starts pulling strings. He has control over the cabbies. He tells them all that I'm a horrible kidnapping monster. Insane rumors about what a pervert I am spread over the radios. Now every cabbie in town will be trying to take me back to the bar (and probably beat me up too). The cops, who have been alerted to the kidnapping are also looking for me.

What I want to do is to get home to safety and a phone. I want to find a lawyer that hasn't been infected by the rapidly spreading "news" about me and I want to turn myself in to explain the exact situation, clear my name, and get care for the child (possibly also custody). I don't know who to call that I can trust so I try to call boannan on my cell phone but the cell phone network is jammed, somehow the alcoholic arranged that.

The game proceeds as this kind of weird REALLY TENSE chess game (a recurring mood of my dreams, battle of wits between two very tense opponents usually representing good and evil). Both of us have allies working for us but that we can't communicate directly with. The cops are this kind of neutral entity which the guy is manipulating but which my friend back at the bar is also manipulating by giving false information to as she "cooperates" to try to help them capture me. So she's basically changing their movement patterns based on where I am (where she thinks I am? where the cops have seen me last) to punch holes in their dragnet so that I can get home. The alcoholic is operating through his network of cabbies.

Eventually I get to a point where I am surrounded and I have to get into a cab to get away. There are several to choose from and I choose the one driven by a younger woman rather than a crusty creepy old man. I figure I can convince her of the justice of my actions. As soon as I get in she recognizes who I am (from radio descriptions) and starts laughing and teasing me about "how is it to [X]?" where [X] is whatever strange perversion she heard on the radio that I do (some of my friends know why it would have been so appropriate if she'd said "eat pickled pig lips?" as one of the X's but sadly no). Then she tells me that she's not part of this, she just hears stuff on the radio. I place my fate in her hands, in her ability to judge the goodness of my character. And I wake up.

I climb up onto the rooftop of a house where duck2ducks, boldmoves, samadore, spillshercoffee, ke_jia, and possibly some others are sitting around. They're discussing who has seen the latest episodes of various TV shows and some movies. This group gets together weekly to see all of these things and apparently certain people hadn't made it this week so boldmoves was teasing those people about missing the club meeting. I say "oh this is really a club now huh?" "Yah, we're going to get T-shirts and everything." "What will the club be called?"

Then everyone starts throwing out ideas. "80's kids" "best friends" "tv lovers" and other such things. I mention that those are silly names for a club of such close friends because probably lots of other people name their clubs those things. This club should be unique. Finally, because we all spend so much time sitting on the roof of this house which is ostensibly the club meeting space, I come up with the name "Watching the Sunrise", it is both literal of something we do and symbolic of looking to and moving into the future, of being youthful enough to stay up late having fun, and having eyes open. Everyone grasps the metaphor immediately without explanation and loves it. Hence forth the group is known as "Watching the Sunrise".

Then we go to rent some movies at blockbuster. Unfortunately, there were two specific movies that everyone already wanted to rent before I got there. I tried to convince them to rent one or two more, but no one wants to do that. I get a little deflated and wander off (then fall back asleep out of the dream).
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Halloween: Geeks Masquerading as Hipsters

For Halloween I dressed as "Zach: To The Limit". I wore the denim jacket, my awesome skirt, all my necklaces and an earing, a t-shirt, a bandana, a red sparkly half-mask with my glasses on the outside of the mask, my big brown pretty tapestry as a cape, green long gloves, my deer hoove dance shakers on one wrist, the cool socks that Eva knitted for me, and a shot glass in my pocket (left there apparently from Pam's wedding). It was a wonderful chaotic mismatched a-fashionable hodgepodge of things that I think are pretty and everyone else things are wacky and that definitely weren't meant to go together. I didn't really know WHAT I was dressed as until later. revjack suggested that I was dressed as "chaos" to his "order" (he was dressed as a "Jehovah's Prosecutor"..basically just a hokey suit and some religious book).

assclouds, deaconobvious and I went out to Skeleton Danse together. It was the first time I'd ever been to Skeleton Danse and it was a lot of fun. Goth dancing is lonely and solo but that is my kind of dancing. I can't handle the coordination of dancing with another person (even just dancing next to them in that club kind of "we're looking at each other so we're dancing together even though we're not touching" way). The music was fun to just zone out to and move with while occasionally checking out everyone else moving to it too. mythworker as promised was a fine fine DJ and I was glad that he was doing his thang during the short period that we were there. I do still plan on going to Nox someday.

assclouds took our beanbag chair and cut holes in it and restuffed it with foam peanuts and put a ducttape S on it and shaved his hair into a mohawk and called himself a rejected skittle. Later in the night he'd remove the S can call himself a colon polyp.

deaconobvious was dressed as a peasant in garb that he'd previously created for foam fighting. He observed and I agreed that the outfit really "fit" brought out the Primal Scott.

After about half an hour of Gothing it (about all some of our posse could take) we headed off to see Bubba Ho-Tep. Scott made a last minute decision to stay behind to chat up a girl he fancies who arrived as we were leaving.

The movie was awesome (I'd seen it in Seattle already, it was just as awesome the second time around). All kinds of cool people were there. It was the first time I'd ever been to the new Boardman version of the New Art theater. The snacks were VERY fancy. I wasn't extra specially blown away by the fancy sound system but I expect that's because of the low budget filmness of it all.

After the movie we had a drink in the beer garden of Cowboy Monkey and checked out some more costumes. We ran into some friends of Jay who suggested that desert_fox would be there so we were on the lookout but didn't see. We ran into an IMSA kid (looking for an IMSA gathering that wasn't actually happening until the next night) who had an AWESOME Hunter S. Thompson costume going on. This kid has the look anyway so it was perfect.

Next we took Jay's friend (who didn't dress up but kept putting his hands in the air and saying "Rahr, I'm a dinosaur" to people) home and then Jay and I went to a party at Molly's place in east Urbana. We ran into lots of the C-U leftist party-goers scene. We got to see our favorite Alderwoman shaking her booty like nothing else on the dance floor (Jay was shocked). The best of all was Paul and Ellen dressed as Brak and Mom...their costumes and makeup were superb. Jay and I were the only people at the party who knew who they were.

I was the designated driver all night because I'd been feeling nauseous and sick all week so I didn't want to drink anyway. So I got to drive Jay's stick shift which was great because I haven't driven stick in a while. Nice to know I still can.

Jay and I wanted to eat but it was like 3am at this point. We went out to some diner but when we walked in we were the ONLY people in costume so we left because they told us it'd be a long time before we were served.

Then we came home and chilled with revjack's gaggle of discordians and other such freaks. They were all quite amusing and fun as is usual with Jon's followers. I have a hard time taking them all seriously sometimes (though I suspect I'm not supposed to) but they're very fun in measured party doses. I was some sort of messiah walking in promising massive quantities of Pizza delivery, they all had the munchies I'm sure.

That is more party hopping and mingling and multi-event attending than I've done in a LONG time. By the end of the night I couldn't believe just how much stuff we'd done. It was like the never ending night.