RKNet Blog... Thing

Check this out! And he’s got a link to an even larger archive of photos of these massive “art car” style trucks. I’m sure it does nothing for their mileage, but it’s certainly a million times better than the endless lines of white, silver and black compact cars we see here in the states.

No names have been changed, but appropriate links have been provided to appropriately ID the other participants in the conversation. Where no appropriate link could be found, the name has been omitted. Some cross-talk has also been omitted, since it doesn’t make quite as much sense out of context as it would with much more text. Rather than retell the story, again, in another format, I figured just sharing this with everyone would suffice.

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You can hang out there as long as you want. It’s just dark. Take long, slow breaths because the air is very thin. It makes it hard to re-arrange the car if you’re light-headed, afterall. The thin air is going to give you killer drymouth, too, so be prepared to step back into the oxygenated area from time to time and grab a swig of water or - better - juice. There’s simultaneous instances of gravity and no gravity, and the assignment of these states is completely arbitary. You can unhook a car from another car, swing it (gently so you don’t hurl it off into The Black) and hang it from a hook where it will float while you stand firm upon a platform with no visible means of restraint or support.

This of course doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that my toe was dark purple, or that I had a large lump in my side that had a hair sticking out of it I just couldn’t tweeze. It was secondary to some of my other concerns, like the big storm that was coming. It was however pretty shocking that my toe could be that livid shade of plum without hurting and awful lot. Still I had bigger fish to fry like checking to see if I left anything besides stuffed animals and some random tchochkes in the safe in the hotel. Nope. A quick step outside to ask Kento to update my blog or something for me. (Where did Jay disappear to in all this? He was just in the room a minute ago. I don’t remember what he was doing though, preparing for something I think.) We climbed into the car and somehow Ian was driving from the passenger’s side, not following directions and not really paying attention. When he missed a right that threw us off course, with cars piling up behind us is when I demanded the keys. We had to get out of town before that huge storm hit.

Never fear, gentle reader, the fire department is here, and I assume this is minor since I'm sitting right at the window and they didn't tell me to get out.

It would seem the lady across the hall from me fell asleep while some kind of fire-related action was occuring. Knowing her, probably smoking a cigarette. The only reason I knew there was an issue was because the lady from across the way poked her head out and asked if I need help. To which I puzzledly replied “uhmm… I don't think so…” At that point she informed me that there was smoke coming out of the window next to me. Oh. Well. I had no idea. I've had a stuffed nose for 3 days now and it wasn't enough for me to see it at the angle I'm at.

So I poked my head out the door to note thin, black coils of smoke coming from out the top of next-door-lady's door. Ah ha. Well, I called 911 and when they patched me through the lady at the fire department said “yep, they're on their way”. Some help I was.

So Now I'm sitting here, with 2 fire trucks outside, and 2 cop cars flashing outside, and a mix of unhurried but seemingly very important activity. I'm a bit bewildered as to whether or not I'm actually in danger at this point.

So now, because I can't think of anything else important to say or report….

I dreamt about vampires and serial killers and dragons. I dreamt some crazed bitch tried to kill several people, myself included, with pencils. What was disturbing, is that she attacked, we all blackedout, and came to with pencils sticking out of our chests. This in and of itself was bothering, BUT with the added twist of my cat, my Ducky, staggering up to me with a pencil buried at least an inch and a half deep into her below the collarbone. I pulled it out and looked at it in horror and disgust, and she snuck away hopefully to someplace safer.
There was confusion, I guess I was a vampire, I ran outside a room and blocked the doors to keep people glowing purple from killing me with swords.
Dragons started to appear from somewhere and began to kill any of my kind who were exposed. I ran into some juice bar with Kat, fretting over the exposed nature of the windows and hid under the counter. It was totally empty, but people started flooding in and at some point in my hiding I was asked for a ticket. I didn’t have one and after some serious bitching, I fled, running into some kind of hotel stairwell. I ran into several actors who were characters in this farce. Couldn’t tell you who all. I was just looking for someplace underground to hide.

I found this area that seemed secure, there were strange crates and stuff everywhere. I remember sorting through shaped eraser thingees (like the kind you’d get as a kid in school, only way stranger shapes). I remember Jay going out through this huge blast door thingee with some kind of box, he was in hiding too. I regretted not telling him that I cared about him before the door was shut, and I worried that it might be a sign that he’d be taken. There was strange sorting of egg-crate-looking thingees.

At some point after all that I woke up, feeling like crap because I stayed up too late watching movies.
Pi and The Day After Tomorrow, respectively.
There were some cinematic similarities between the movies and the dreams, but that’s the only connection I draw.
I wanna know why Jay keeps showing up in the more epic dreams I’ve been having. I so rarely dream about people I know.

The other night I dreamt that Ash got a phonecall, and grabbed me right away. Ian was in Texas being held after some kind of something went wrong. Texas was for some reason only a 4 hour drive, so we got all our shit together, and me, Jay’n'Ash piled into my car and headed out. For whatever dumb reason we had to drop off movies or something, so we made a stop in this plaza, it was ill-lit and there were people I knew from the mall and other such places acting very strange. I got sort of lost just in this one lot, and we wound up behind what I assume was Care Pharmacy. There was this major downgrade leading to a bridge that looked almost like it was constructed from popcicle sticks, that’s how secure it looked. It was sort of like 4 bridges stuck together side by side. There was only one older man down there picking his way across. The bridge was blocked by some signs stating it was unfinished and brown paper bags with candy in them. It had started snowing and I was a bit nervous. I’m pretty sure this is the part of the dream where Jay gave me shit from the back seat about my driving. I basically told him to shut it, and went down. I drove down, but when I got to the bridge I was walking (alone) and I moved the bags, taking some baggies of carmel creams as I went across. After I got across, it was back to the car, and we were finally headed towards the highway exit. I was like “95 south, right?” and Ashley told me it was actually 95 north I wanted to take, strangely enough. I did, and it was a twisty-as-hell exit, narrowing as it went, and it went on for some way. I wound up at these train tracks, and a trestle, which I climbed across, and went down a short elevator, only to realize that there was no way this was going to work at all. So I backtracked long enough to see the highway down a short embankment, and I thought that if I walked back up the highway, through the exit, and then back to my car, I could figure out where I went wrong. I scrambled down to find myself knee-deep in snow, trying to avoid cars and get back to the side, because I’d gone too far. Off to the side, things started to appear, first movie props and then models of cities that might have been. Some kind of voiceover, or maybe it was internal monologue, started explaining that these were the remains of ancient civilizations. I ended up entering a cave filled with water that was only shin deep or so, and there was someone at the entrance carving a boat, and the interior of the cave was huge, and had pictures painted on the walls. I remember thinking that Ian would just love this, apparently the fact that he was in Texas being held captive or soemthing was no longer an issue. It was about this time it either transitioned into another dream, or I woke up. I remember telling a mostly-asleep Ian about it, and he said that A) he forgot most of it as soon as I finished telling it to him, and B) I should write it down. So I’ve written it down, and it’s still weird.