Strange Dreams

Had this one last night.

I'm watching a Monty Python sketch, John Cleese is working at the local Labour Board, and Eric Idle is looking for work as a rabbit. He's dressed in a rabbit suit, and is quit earnest. Typical Python, but suddenly I realize that I'm not watching this on television, but I'm in the room, and there are a number of people dressed as rabbits besides Idle.

Almost as if on command, all the rabbits and I rise, and leave through a door. No pushing, no speech at all. Behind the door is a long corridor, all in white with numerous doors and side corridors. There are now a ridiculous number of people dressed as rabbits in this hall. As we walk, still in silence (but with the normal sounds of a crowd walking) The rabbits take side corridors and doors, until I'm the last one left, and facing a door at the end of the corridor. I enter without hesitation, and inside is a bed-sized platform, white like everything else. I lay down on it spread-eagle, and begin to float and spin slowly. At no time is there a sensation of fear, just detachment. All at once all the joints in my body "pop" and I wake up utterly terrified.

I have no idea what scared me so, since there was nothing overtly frightening in the dream

Well, damn.

I went down to Ticketbastard to grab our tickets for The Other Ones (yes, Kiri, you were going too.. surprise winter gift.)

I'm about the 15th person in line, and we're a good old-fashioned Deadhead reunion, when they open. Suddenly, things begin going wrong. First I find out that the price on the website was an error. Tickets cost $42.50 each, not $24.50. With charges, that takes us over $100 for the two of us. Not enough money to cover that after I picked up my meds yesterday.

Then before it ever becomes an issue, they announce that the shows have sold out! Ten minutes! There were at that point about forty of us in line who let out a collective "say what?" as the clerk raised the sell-out sign.

Thanks to everyone who sent funds, we'll figure out methods of repayment soon.

Ten fucking minutes. Unreal.

What to do, what to do...

I'm on the verge of applying for federal disability benefits.

Let's be honest, my body is a wreck. Just looking for work exhausts me. I have my good days where I'm ready to take on the world... then two days later it's all I can do to eat and sit at the computer. The epilepsy isn't going anywhere, and even the Trileptal has nasty side effects. Getting a dispatch job would be good.. the constant input would keep me sharp, but until then?

I don't dare work alone or outside. Security is out. And the only thing I've every been any bloody good at is driving - and I can't do that anymore! So maybe I should apply for the disability and see what happens.

waffle.

I'd just like to state again that cancer fucking sucks. No, this has not been one of my better days.

Oh, and this really helps.

The Social Security Administration website is as useless as most thing designed by the government. I can't get to more than 2/3rds of the pages I'd like to see, let alone down load the forms.

Excuse me while I start tearing hair out.

It's getting close!

Giants 4
Cardinals 3

Giants led the best of seven NLCS 3-1.

This was a tense game that came gown to the wire. Best moment: after intentionally walking Bonds, Benitio Santiago blasts a two-run homer to take the lead. After the typical Rob Nen heart-attack inducing 9th, the Giants just need one more win to get to the World Series.

Where they will face the Angels. Sorry, femakita!

GO GIANTS!!