Heebie Jeebies
May. 27th, 2006 12:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Earlier, about 8:45pm or so, we went to the post office to attempt to mail out some books. It's really windy outside, and when we came out of the post office, I got a bad case of the willies. Total heebie-jeebies. I got sort of panicky & had to fight the urge to run to the truck. I felt like I didn't want the wind to touch me. I don't know if it was the wind rattling gravel making it sound like someone was walking across the landscaped area in front of the post office, the flag pole clinking, or just the way the wind felt, but all my hairs stood on end & my lower back got that tingly sort of feeling that's so hard to explain...
So we went to the grocery store & the feeling didn't subside at all. It got worse. I feel like a bug under a magnifying glass or something. It's that feeling like something wrong is happening somewhere. I don't know if it's the fires on Mt. Potosi or what, but I don't like it. I like it even less now that the wind has picked up to these powerful, shingle-rattling gusts. It's so bad I actually picked up the phone & called Jody, knowing full well I was setting myself up for at least an hour's worth of conversation. She's got the heebie-jeebies, too though, which is why I called her. She's my emotional barometer - I've got the heebie jeebies & it may be nothing, but when we both have the heebie jeebies there's usually something verifiable going on.
In other news, Zane dinged at level 40 yesterday afternoon. Now I just have to get him to exalted with Orgrimmar so I can get a worg to ride instead of a big ugly kodo. Now we've got to get Brimstone (Rob's main toon) to a 41 so he can use his mace (it's called the 'Mug O'Hurt' and it actually looks like a big ass beer mug in your toon's hand).
So we went to the grocery store & the feeling didn't subside at all. It got worse. I feel like a bug under a magnifying glass or something. It's that feeling like something wrong is happening somewhere. I don't know if it's the fires on Mt. Potosi or what, but I don't like it. I like it even less now that the wind has picked up to these powerful, shingle-rattling gusts. It's so bad I actually picked up the phone & called Jody, knowing full well I was setting myself up for at least an hour's worth of conversation. She's got the heebie-jeebies, too though, which is why I called her. She's my emotional barometer - I've got the heebie jeebies & it may be nothing, but when we both have the heebie jeebies there's usually something verifiable going on.
In other news, Zane dinged at level 40 yesterday afternoon. Now I just have to get him to exalted with Orgrimmar so I can get a worg to ride instead of a big ugly kodo. Now we've got to get Brimstone (Rob's main toon) to a 41 so he can use his mace (it's called the 'Mug O'Hurt' and it actually looks like a big ass beer mug in your toon's hand).
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Date: 2006-05-28 12:41 am (UTC)I dreamt about ya during my nap today. It was very clear and it goes like this..
You, me and Rob were in your old car, a white one. Its at night and we drive up into a strip mall. Its mostly empty except for a single place. It looks like a gallery. You and I get out of the car and go in. You know the lady running the place. She is dark haired, pleasant smile and about our age. The inside of the store is stark white except for a few large very colorful paintings kinda like Lassen (?). The lady is an herbalist as well and she gives you your order. As we leave the store, I get a flash of someone taking an herbal supplement of something called 'exhault', in a wrapper with a deep orange stripe of color on the cover and 'root', in a wrapper with a deep maroon stripe coiled in the middle of it. It was the recipe for a guy standing outside the store. We walk past the car to part of the parking lot which has been turned into a living room setting. There are two white walls and a couch. You sit down in a chair in front of the couch facing a TV and sigh. You tell me that you are going to lose your apartment soon so you might as well live out here. I ask if its true and you tell me it is. You arent very happy at all.
I know its pretty weird. I didnt look up any of the dream references. I havent ever dreamt of you, Sis, so I figured it was important to tell you. love ya always,
~L
Paint it White
Date: 2006-05-29 02:58 pm (UTC)It is a weird dream, and I don't know what to make of it myself. I know to me, moreso than purity or spiritual cleanliness (and Obatala and Damballah) the color white to me is sort of a static color. A color of nothingness, the color of the time before something happens, the moment before a flash of inspiration, the blank slate, the tabula rasa...
I've also been reading 'You Are Psychic' and in it the author talks about these elaborate processes for clairvoyance, mainly consisting of creating viewing screens (like giant white movie screens), and also how experiences create 'pictures' on one's personal viewing screens that can interfere w/one's ability to clairvoyantly read another person in an unbiased manner. So maybe you've been picking up on me trying to open my third eye back up. I've been kind of chewing at this writer's methodology because it seems very elaborate & unnecessary, and I don't know if it works because I haven't actually tried it yet, so I'm working on my open-mindedness to her ideas...
And then again, I could be a symbol for something in your life, some meaty part of you that's sitting watching t.v. ;)