12/17/2021
When I woke on Thursday morning I felt like I used to feel when I was dreaming, and recording them, on a regular basis. Unfortunately I rolled over and did a brief search for activities on videos.bing.com since they don't censor results nor return shitty results unlike Google.
Gonna try to recount what I am able to recount.
The most lucid memory from the dream is a joke. "What do gay robots look for in other gay robots? Guy wires."
Another part of the dream had me heading underground in an elevator. The door opened to a large peach-colored room splattered and smeared with blood. On the wall were formidable weapons, a hammer and a sword, but when I picked them off their respective shelves they were light as if they were made of wood. For some reason the scenario reminded me of the beginning of the video game Half-Life when Gordon Freeman starts the resonance cascade which kicks off the game's scenario.
Another part of the dream had me on a balcony looking down to a swimming pool. Leah was next to me and she was relating whatever was important about the sight before me. I felt l'appel du vide, call of the void, but it wasn't overwhelming. Figured the waking life pain in my heel and imagining what it'd feel like leaping 20-30 feet into a pool would feel like for my heel kept me at my perch.
Everything else? Too vague to remember and transcribe here.
Through learning Esperanto and practicing it online I've acquired a few international friends, one of whom lives in South Korea. We also exchange letters and postcards. On the fifteenth, he messaged me on Telegram that the postcard I sent on November 3rd finally arrived. I also sent a postcard to an Esperanto-speaking acquaintance in Australia on the same day and it arrived somewhere around November 22nd. Both were sent from the Toms River Post Office which is notorious for being slow, lazy, and providing poor service. Yet I sent Christmas cards from Neptune, NJ's post office to Scotland and the UK and they arrived two weeks later. I am hoping my Christmas card to South Korea arrives soon and sending mail to Asia is a bit more fraught than sending anywhere else in the anglosphere.
Also on the fifteenth, my friend Hayley in the UK sent me a Christmas card with some marvellously awful jokes which I adore.
