I'm obviously anxious about something, because my Xanax use is up--for a few weeks I hadn't needed any--and my sleep schedule is therefore all jumbled up. I was able to fall asleep without taking any last night; I like it that way and refuse to get into the habit of taking some every night.
The dream I had was an amalgam of a bunch of things, and it's really only the last part that was the nightmare. Everything else was pretty much typical dream stuff.
In the last part, I was fighting some orcs. There were too many of them, and one got behind me and unscrewed the cap on the horn that contained my magic, so I found myself unable to cast any more spells. I grabbed the horn and beat them to death with it, breaking the horn; realizing that I was now defenseless, I turned back to see if I could find another horn. (Said horn being about the size of a car, but WTF--it was a dream.)
It was dark by the time I got there (wherever "there" was) and only two places had light. One was blocked by a cave-in and the other was just a room; there was nothing here and I wouldn't be able to stay here for long, and I really needed a new horn if I was going to be able to live, so I ventured into one of the dark areas.
There was some beautiful singing, a choir of soprano voices, that I followed. I could only see my hands, and I was feeling something that felt like chain link or barbed wire, and there was an entry into it. The singing was coming from inside, and I groped my way around a meander and into the place...and after a few moments I realized that This is probably not a good idea and turned around to leave. Then I started running.
It is escaping! A sibilant voice hissed. It wasn't really a sound.
One of the voices sang, "Net it!" A net fell on me and I was trapped, being dragged back, my entire body tingling like when your foot's asleep or something, realizing that I was probably in for a very unpleasant while. The tingling was, in fact, the beginning of whatever horrible things the unseen sirens were going to do to me.
That's when I woke up.
I lay there for a few moments, trying to figure out WTF that was all about; then I got up and went to the kitchen and stared at the sink for a few minutes.
Generally speaking, when I have a nightmare, it's just unpleasant. It normally engenders a sensation of unease and discomfort rather than actual fear. For example, one time I dreamed that it was about 3 AM and I'd spent the last 15 hours removing the top of my car, and that I now had three hours before school. I didn't have time to reinstall the top; by the time I got to a good stopping point, I'd barely have time for a shower before I had to be at school. The coming day, I realized, was going to suck. That's what my nightmares are normally like, and I don't have them very often, either.
On the plus side, now I know how a siren's song works, so I guess it's not entirely a bad thing.
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So after that, I fed the cats and stuff, and sat down to eat a sandwich and blog the story; and today's XKCD made me laugh out loud, a lot:
It takes some real talent to get an expressionless stick man to radiate dismay the way he does in that last panel.
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HOW DARE THAT MAN BE A MALE NEAR A LITTLE GIRL? THAT PERVERT!!! What? She's his daughter? They're taking a hike in the park and doing some geocaching? Who cares? He's a man! He's obviously molesting her! Call the police!
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Like gangs, cops fight over turf.
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Dinner last night was another medium $10 Pizza Hut "super supreme". I ate half of it at one sitting; I was too hungry and it tasted too good.
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So as Illinois contemplates becoming a shall-issue CCW state, of course the Chicago Sun-Times ran an editorial against the prospect. After all, it notes, nationwide, concealed carry licencees have shot 300 people since May of 2007, including some police officers.
The statistic is presented about like that. No mention is given of how many concealed carry permits have been issued, nationwide, because if they cited that it would undermine their entire argument.
Said argument being the usual "If we let people carry guns, there will be violence! The streets will run red with blood!" The same argument that's been proven wrong time and again in states like Florida and Texas and a host of others. Particularly since the opposite has been also proven true time and again: cities like Chicago and New York which ban gun ownership have incredibly high rates of gun crime.
Did you know that there are some states where you don't need a permit to carry a gun? Oddly enough, these states don't have the crime rates of, say, California, New York, New Jersey, and Illinois. Their crime rates are much lower.
It's more of the usual liberal bullshit.
As for me, I really hope we get "shall issue" here. The instant that law goes into effect, I'm going to the local Sheriff's office to apply, because it sure would be nice to be able to take my Ruger to the range without having to make sure it's unloaded and all.
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Actually, I have trouble imagining a world in which I can legally stick the Astra--fully loaded--into a pocket and go out and do errands and stuff. That would be an amazing feeling, to have the gun tucked in a waistband holster on my person as I shop and get fast food and take a walk in the woods.
It would make me kind of nervous, though, because carrying a loaded weapon around with you is an enormous responsibility.
Then again, freedom is.