The Language of Dreaming

It seems that what we say in dreams is important…

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Since getting my new phone I’ve been using it every day at work to listen to music.  Streaming music over my laptop was something I did regularly at my last two jobs and it was something I missed one I started working in PA because YouTube and a lot of other streaming sights are blocked.  However their guest wifi isn’t, and once I’m in da house I have the phone going.  I also have a USB charger so my phone doesn’t drain out and die.

But the last few days I’ve turned on my data stream and listened to music while first walking back from work, and yesterday walking to work.   Once I hit the edge of Capitol Park I thought, “I need a song that will show me how long it takes to walk from here,” and wouldn’t you know, there are seventeen minutes songs from my past that will tell…

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Third Floor and Chill: Feeling The Sad

So what do you know?  I actually have something written.

I was trying to get this out much earlier, but shit happens, you know?  Anyway, I have something for you: the aftermath of what’s going on up there on the third floor of the hospital.  It’s late in the afternoon on the same day and things aren’t quite what you might expect…

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Annie shifted her body, taking the pillow that had slid down near her butt and moving it so it better supported her back. She looked over to her left where Kerry was nearly laying down, her head and shoulders the only parts of her body not under the comforter. “Would you like to watch another movie?”

Kerry looked up at Annie and sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I’d want to watch.”

Annie rolled slightly to her left and propped herself up on her elbow. “Are you sure?”

Kerry pulled her hands from under the comforter and folded them across her body. “I don’t know.”

It was impossible not to hear how bored the ginger girl sounded, but Annie felt there was more going on than simple boredom. “Maybe you should ask Coraline if you could try transitioning again.”

“She said we’d do it after dinner.” Kerry sighed again and looked up at the ceiling. “Besides, I’m not in a hurry to have another failure.”

Annie lay her hand over Kerry’s and gave it a slight pat. After their video meeting with the coven leaders Coraline instructed Kerry to try transitioning again, and just like the first attempt that morning, the self-transition failed to occur. After that, Coraline configured a king-sized bed for Annie and Kerry to sit and lay upon so they could watch movies while waiting for the next attempt.

It wasn’t long after they began watching the director’s cut of Aliens that Annie sensed Kerry growing quiet. That was normal when they watched a movie, but this time it wasn’t so much that Kerry grew silent as she seemed to withdraw from everything. To Annie it felt as if her soul mate were pulling herself in behind invisible walls and closing off any entry from the outside.

Annie worried that Kerry was doing far more than just becoming quiet…

Someone stepped out of the waiting area and in to the third floor proper. Annie knew this could be only one person. “Coraline’s here.” She immediately saw the doctor’s hand gesture. “She’s calling me over.”

Kerry nodded while seeming disinterested. “Better go see what she wants.”

Annie gave her soul mate’s right hand a squeeze. “I’ll be right back.” She slide off the bed and hurried over to Coraline. “Yes?”

Coraline looked over at the bed, then back to Annie. She gestured once again while speaking in a soft voice. “Let’s speak in here.”

They moved over to the table between the bathrooms and the lift and sat across from each other. Coraline knew Annie would wait for her to speak first. “How is she?”

Annie shrugged. “Bored.” She looked back over her shoulder. “We’ve been up here all day and stuck in the hospital since early this morning.”

“I see.” Coraline nodded slowly. “You know she’s more than just a little bored don’t you?”

Annie closed her eyes the moment she heard Coraline’s statement. It wasn’t necessary for her to ask what the doctor meant: she understood completely. “Yes.” She glanced across the table. “She has depression.”

 

Even in 2013, there was a bit of Netflix and chill going on.  Where did they stream the movie?  The Foundation probably has every flick ever made available for streaming, so it doesn’t matter.  I mean, they are in control of The Pond, are they not?

I’m going to try and get in a bit more writing tonight after working out and having a team meeting.  And I’ll try to do some more tomorrow.  My guess is I’ll have another excerpt ready to go on Friday.

At least that’s my hope.

Let’s see if I can get back on schedule…

On the Holiday Hours

Believe it or not I’ve got some free time.

Last Sunday was my team’s last bout of the 2017 season.  I started off the day getting over a sudden illness from the night before–as you know–and progressively grew better as the day wore on.  By bout time I was well enough that I changed my hair and hauled my equipment off to the rink so I could film.  And I had everything just right–including my hair:

 

Alas, the mood of the day couldn’t keep up with our opponents and we lost.  Actually, it was pretty much a blow-out: 41 to 501.  Yeah, a 460 point different.  But we half the off-season in place now, which means I pretty much have two weeks off save for a couple of practices I can attend in York this week and next.  And that means I can get some writing in, writing on a regular basis.

In the mean time I have some of the clothes that I bought last Friday night to show off.  Like this sweater dress yesterday–

 

And this slacks and blouse combo–

 

So, down time mean rest time.  I won’t be down the whole time, but I’m kinda off skates for two weeks.  That means I can get in some writing.

Let’s see what happens.

Dreams Of Walking Past

Let’s not only walk in the dreams, but remember walks and bookstores of the past–

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Did I write yesterday?  Yes.  Did I write in the novel?  Urmmmm…  Ya got me.  But remember that whole “Ahead of the curve” thing?  Yes, got that rocking out so nicely.

Now, the question about Kerry dreamwalking has come up and it’s pretty much a give that he likely is doing just that.  But we need conformation, so…

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

He couldn’t hold back his excited chuckle any longer. “Yep.”

Annie was almost ready to bolt from her dream bed. “How?”

Kerry pushed himself against the headboard and planted himself next to Annie on the bed. “A couple of weeks before we left school I emailed Deanna and asked her for a good book I could use to learn dreamwalking. She gave me the name of the book and told me Mr. Parkman…

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Up Most Nights

This was one of those times when I thought I’d have an excerpt ready for you–

But it’s not the case.

Once I got home from bouting I started feeling bad, and by midnight I’d come down with a real bad case of stuff running out the back end, sometimes explosively.  That kept me up for a good part of the night, and I’ve been laying about the apartment taking medication and hoping to get better, ’cause come this afternoon I need to film our last bout of the year.

So no writing today.  In fact, this is about the most writing I’m doing today.

We’ll see what comes tomorrow.

Tickled Are the Wakings

If you’ve got to wake up, having someone you love there to tickle you is one way…

Wide Awake But Dreaming

Much to my surprise I managed nearly another thousand words once I arrived home yesterday.  Even though I had a rather boozy lunch and took a quick nap and watched Breaking Bad–again–I managed to flesh out the scene I started Saturday.  Actually felt pretty proud that I finally seemed to be getting into a stride again and I hope this continues.

This scene has a rather unusual way of starting, but that’s because it’s unusual in of itself.  Also, believe it or not, there is going to be a lot of history covered in this scene.  Seriously, Cassie, I did not come here for a history lesson.  But you get one whether you like it or not.

However, it starts out in an innocuous way…

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)

What pulled Annie from her sleep was…

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