The Dark Tower Dream

It was cold. Bone-chillingly cold. Absolutely freezing cold. It was night. We had to survive the night.

I was in some sort of circular room. There was no way out of this room that I could see. From what I could tell, there were tapestries on the walls, and a dais at the front end of the room.

There was another man there with me who was alive. I don't remember his face. There were also other people in the room with us. They looked like they could have been automated, if they weren't practically frozen already because of how very cold it was in that room. Their faces had a bloated sort of look, and they were turning slightly blue. All of these other bodies were strewn all around the room on the floor, some of the bodies on top of one another.

The man I was with I understood to be someone I cared for. I believe he was a 'significant other', though if it was a fiancé, or a husband, or just someone I had strong feelings for and who in turn had strong feelings for me, I do not know.

The only way we knew how to survive was to huddle close together under the thinnest of thin blankets. Somehow, our body heat would be enough to sustain us, despite the shabby blanket.

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I woke up at approximately 1 a.m after having dreamt that, frozen solid, despite sleeping under 9 blankets on my bed. After I went back to sleep, I dreamed the same thing again. I woke up one other time during the night, and when I finally fell back asleep after that, I dreamt it a third time. I was still in the process of dreaming it when my alarm went off this morning.

When I woke up this morning, I was frozen solid. It's now bed time, and I'm still chilled to the bone.

Now, if I buy into the theory of The Dark Tower, then what I dreamt was either a past event or a future event, or else something that belongs to a parallel universe of sorts, a universe in which I have a double, since dreams allow us to look into parallel universes (or at least, this is my understanding of what I read).

I've also had the theory as I contemplated over this dream that it could possibly be another 'unknown' scene from the book, a scene in which a horn-less Scudamour (he having somehow managed to get of the filthy thing) and I (as Camilla) had been found out as we were trying to escape back to Normal Time and were thrown into a room in the Dark Tower to await a fate worse than death, if we could survive.

Obviously, I much prefer this second idea to my dream, instead of one in which I'm forced to sleep in and around frozen dead bodies and freeze to death myself. That, and not to have nightmares over any more C. S. Lewis fiction.

And to somehow manage to warm up.

So What You're Saying Is...

I have to thank Sara E., Jen V. and Joe F. for a most entertaining and enlightening conversation last night! I haven't been that random in a very long time.

"Save the whales! Ahhhh..."

Arrr, Mateys! Savvy?

Since it be International Talk Like a Pirate Day, I be making this log entry a bit more piratey. Savvy?

'Twas a fine day o' plunderin'.(1) Me scurvy dogs in me crew walked the plank, and naught but a couple of 'em tried to take me with 'em. (2) 'Bout time to weigh anchor(3) and I be hopin' to meet up with me hearties for a night o' pillagin'.(4) And if any of ye landlubbers try and mutiny(5), it be the keelhaul for 'em.

*Translations:
1. work
2. My co-workers and I used our breaks today to take a walk, because it was absolutely gorgeous outside.
3. Leave
4. Meet up with GAP North for Bible study
5. slow rush hour drivers causing traffic

*~*

I like this day. Argh.

Ode to 42

42 is my favorite number.

There are 42 cells in the game Connect Four.

42 is the Answer to Life, the Universe and Everything.

"P. Sherman. 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney"

42 was the title of a recent Doctor Who episode.

4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42

There are 42 generations between Abraham and Jesus Christ in the book of Matthew in the Bible.

42 = Jersey number of Jackie Robinson

There are 42 illustrations in Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland.

This is my 42nd post.

Odds

So what are the odds that you'll run into a friend, on more of a whim rather than planned, and you'll find that they are reading the exact same book as you?

What are the odds that, when asked where they are in the book, they'll be in exactly the same part of the book as you?

And what are the odds, when wanting to know exactly what page they're on because this is just too much of a coincidence, that you'd both be on the exact same page?

How to Take Typhoid

I've had to take my Typhoid pills over this last week, as I get ready for going to Morocco. I wrote out the instructions from my doctor and left them on the fridge at home so I'd have them as a daily reminder of when to take them/not to take them. What follows are my instructions.

Never knew that was how I take typhoid. ;)

(The second batch of instructions comes courtesy of my brother.)