On being unfit for purpose
Oct. 2nd, 2006 12:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceNever mind how the dream started (computer-stuff largely, and vanishing capabilities, lost work, all of that): it ended with a knock on the door, and when we answered it there were strangers outsides. Barry took advantage of this to slip out and away, so my friend went after him; which left me with three huge smiling men who gently and irresistibly muscled their way inside and simply took possession of my house. At which point I understood that this was the latest burglary/house-stripping technique, and I ran off to fetch the police. And couldn't find any, so eventually knocked on a stranger's door and begged the use of their phone; which they allowed after I'd charmed them a little, but they had three, and I tried two of them and couldn't get an answer or a dial-tone or any response at all, which was clearly my fault for not knowing how to use them; so I ran on, and ran into an arcade of shops & businesses, and found myself barging into a beauty-parlour where naked people were being massaged, and apologised hugely and backed out and ran on, and went back to my house where there was a great skip outside and people were going in and out with wheelbarrows, taking all my things and I just couldn't stop them, and...
And when I woke up I was breathing very heavily, like unto I had been running, and it wasn't nice at all.
Am I feeling insecure and inadequate, or what?
In other news: I have written one sentence this morning. I have also made a couple of important phone-calls and done some useful thinking about the next book proposal; and it's by no means a bad sentence; but still. One sentence.
And when I woke up I was breathing very heavily, like unto I had been running, and it wasn't nice at all.
Am I feeling insecure and inadequate, or what?
In other news: I have written one sentence this morning. I have also made a couple of important phone-calls and done some useful thinking about the next book proposal; and it's by no means a bad sentence; but still. One sentence.
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Date: 2006-10-02 11:22 am (UTC)Time to put a feng shui mirror outside your front door. It got rid of my "home invasion" anxiety dreams. I still have some other ones, but the H.I. dreams are quite rare. The "New Orleans aunties" and the papier mache skull on a stick that face the front door help, too.
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Date: 2006-10-02 01:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-02 02:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-02 02:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-02 02:33 pm (UTC)But yup, tomorrow will be a good day to count up; with John about to go effectively offline for three weeks, I promised him something to read, so am desperately trying to reach the end of Part Two by tomorrow.
Midday is good, too (as I've just said no to the offer of a press-show of 'The History Boys', on the unlikely grounds that "I have to work" - whatever happened to me?). You show me yours, and I'll show you mine.