I had a dream last night that there was a mind-numbing, identity crushing, creating virus that was found in petroleum. Humans inhaled the virus through vapors given off by gas and oil, and it turned them into violent zombies.

As I woke I wondered if that part of the dream was in fact a little bit of truth.

The dream was hopeful though--toward the end, some humans were developing immunity. They figured out you could incapacitate the zombies if you just attacked a hive-mind leader. I temporarily incapacitated one by strangling the leader until he fell into unconsciousness--and they all fell into unconsciousness, long enough to find a cure, to spread immunity. I, one of the few immune, whispered to my half-infected lover, "Hush. The nightmare's almost over." I woke up.

That, I wonder.

I also had another dream last night, that I was the Huntress and I was stalking a bad guy with the aid of a villain turned to our cause. Oracle was murmuring commands in my ear. That dream I think had little other meaning that the voices in my head just won't shut up! ;)

Friday morning I woke up from a dream, which I remember nothing from but the very end: we were all standing in a very large, crowd conference hall, and someone just finished giving a speech. He then said, "All together now! Weeeeeeeee-weeeeeeeeee-um-um-o-weh!"

The entire crowd burst into a lovely, harmonized and fully choreographed performance of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight." When the song finished (or was fading to black) I woke up.

Wonder how the dream interpretation books would describe that.

Went to the Ren Fest yesterday with MN, and had a grand old time. The weather was perfect, and this was Mediaeval Baebes weekend. Their performance was as good as I'd hoped, and I finally bought several CDs to replace the pirated one someone gave me ages ago. They really sing medieval music (very well), and they really are babes. Truth in advertising--who'da thunk?

Ran into sapphireblue and pookah and ceri_blue and wmtrainguy which was a pleasant surprise, and we hung with them a bit, seeing the Baebes w/ Sapphire and Pookah and catching the Pyrates Royale of course later on with everyone (amid a few other acts). M and I were un-"garb"ed (I was afraid of mud and opted for comfort), while the others were in their finery and looked quite good.

Hung out with M&C a little bit and went home to stare at the PC and the TV for a little while.

Had a fitful bit of sleep in the morning, where half-dreaming about flying over dream-Pittsburgh (as I've blogged about in my old blog, I have dreamed entirely different landscapes for the cities of Pittsburgh and Philadelphia than what they actually look like, despite having lived in one for two years, and frequently visited the other all my life. And why it's just those two cities, I have no idea). I remember feeling especially angsty about where I was in my life.... "discontent" was the word that kept coming up. I kept thinking I wanted to get up and blog about it, but remained flying over the dream-crafted landscape of western Pennsylvania.

The "Pittsburgh" bit I think was referencing that in some ways, I'd still love to be in school and take classes (since I got my MA there, and many of my dreams about the city seem to involve me feeling frustrated with obstacles that seem to keep me from finishing my degree, depsite my already having it in real life). I have no need for more or another degree, but I miss the environment. There's always more to learn. I do have a fantastic thing by working for a university that I only need to pay 20% for any course in the university I wish to take (and if I can prove it's for "professional development," it's free).... but the issue is finding the time--and a class during hours I could make it--and sticking with it.

I think my real "discontentment" is that there are a [i]lot[/i] of things I want to accomplish, a lot of projects I want to embark upon, and yet if I tried them all, I'd never get any of them done. And yet I don't want to give anything up... not my creative projects nor my mindless entertainment, so in this limbo I remain, and I must acknowledge it is by choice. I must stare at my cake and figure out whether I want to eat it or not. What do I feel about my cake? Is it really worth it? Is there a better cake worth digesting? And why does everything come back to dessert in my mind?