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Vote the Pope! Sea of red on the newsfeeds. I'm moving slowly this morning. Slept restlessly last night. Late night dinner didn't help along with the cool (cold) weather and dampness. With the awning open, my room is darker, more like a cave inside a greenhouse now. But this too shall pass and do so soon.

Remember two pieces of dreams from last night. One involved my sister, the one back east. She was driving a fairly new car and we encountered some heavy rains. The vehicle kept hydroplaning. When she negotiated each curve in the road, the car would set up and start sliding. Finally, she made a sharp turn and the car flipped onto its side and began sliding across lawns and down the street. Miraculously, it slid along for several blocks, but didn't hit anything of substance. Took out some shurbs and flower beds, but missed trees, other cars, houses, and so on. Eventually, the car righted itself and appeared to be unscathed. No one was hurt and there was no substantive damage to property.

A second dream involved a woman who was involved with three men. She seemed to be partly in the custody of the men, but also part of their group. They were planning some nefarious activity and were shouting at each other over how it was to proceed. The seeming leader of the group left the room. The two men started ordering the woman around, badgering her, and calling her names. At some point, she had had enough and lashed back at them. She caught them off guard with the intensity of her attack and she managed to overpower both of them, sending them sprawling across their piles of supplies. About then, the leader returned. He was a Danny Devito type, small and aggressive. He picked up a gun and pointed it at the woman. He yelled at her and threatened to shoot her if she didn't quiet down.

The woman didn't blink an eye. She got up from the tangle of boxes and supplies and walked up the leader until the gun was pointing directly at her stomach. She yelled at him to go ahead and shoot. She yelled that she didn't give a crap about their plans, the gun, or anything. She said she'd rather be dead than have to put up with any more of their crap and bullshit.

The leader was clearly taken back by her intensity and abandon. He lowered the gun and tried to grab back some semblance of leadership. He acted as if it were all a joke, but told the other two men to clean up the place.

Dreams were vivid and detailed. There were other fragments, but they did not surface with these two remnants.

Had a late dinner last night. Waited too long to eat and the cold weather seemed to penetrate to my bones. I was shaking like a leaf until I got some food in my system and activated my internal heaters. Meal was so-so, but satisfying--meatloaf, roll, potatoes, veges--but no banana cream pie--they were out of it. Probably just as well. A piece of pie in addition to the other food would probably really triggered some strange dream states.

Today is the day of me officially starting my writing regimen. Blogging is part of it, but also working with the book on writing short stories. Had my kefir and purple juices this morning so I am antioxidized and ready for the day. Later some real food, a shave and shower, visit to the chiro, peruse criagslist for possible new places, read some, and... more--always more.
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Way late in the day now. Lost several hours debugging new AOL 9.0 glitches. Still may have some, but giving up for what's left of the night. Computers! Love and hate 'em.