this morning....
I was helping a woman videotape some something in a wetland, a marsh. She was using my equipment, including my camera. I tried to tell her that the battery had a capacity of 316 watts (??) but the only charger we could access would provide just 50 watts. This troubled me a bit.
later, no memory of any segue, if any...
I was moving around a group of buildings like a campus or a resort but with an industrial feel to it. There was a forklift, and some high ceilinged buildings like hangars or garages with windows all the way up the tall doors. I was looking for my friend (not the video woman). I'd just heard news that the Methodists had recently recalculated the distance to the moon and found it a lot closer to earth than previously thought. I was a little skeptical since I thought their reasoning had been based on an interpretation of religious writings. As I kept searching for my friend, I heard another news report that the Methodists had changed their position on their previous recalculation about the distance between the earth and the moon ... heh... this part drove me nuts... because it would have been too expensive to change all their printed materials.
wtf?
I was frustrated by this stupidity on a couple of counts. First of all I was doubtful of their methods. Then, why recant something you believe is true? Because it was an inconveniently expensive truth? Argh! Insanity. As I was feeling frustrated, I was wandering through these buildings looking for my buddy. I felt like he was headed "over there"... somewhere and as I moved in that direction, I saw there was a bunch of guys moving together, like they were following something, tracking something. That something turned out to be my friend. They were stalking him to gang up on him. I was already feeling pissed off and hurried up to catch the pack. I got there and shoved my way through them and got to my friend's back.
I was really itching for a fight. I wanted to hit someone. There were the preliminary bluffs and boasts and shoves, this was getting good. I distinctly remember the eagerness to brawl. I was in a fighting mood and somebody's ass was gonna get kicked.
Sadly, the alarm woke me. I thought it was coming from the house next door, it was very faint. It turns out it was the phone alarm from the other room. Goddammit. I got up, killed the alarm, but that was not satisfying. I only slowly wound down from my "let's fight motherfucker" state. I'm ok now, but this morning... different story.
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