Once again, very very tired. Would probably help if I didn’t keep staying up until stupid times on work nights doing site redesigns. D’oh! But anyway, I like the new designs. I now just have the job of carting content into them, and that’s a bit tedious. Stuff needs rearranging, too. Hmm.
One of the things I’m looking forward to about doing this site for Barry is that I’ll just be able to do the design and coding, and then go “There you are.” and leave him to it. Well, pretty much. He’ll probably need the odd html-ing hand. But no content creation for me, no sir!
My brain keeps kicking out odd phrases and things that are leading me to believe that, despite outward appearances (I hope), I’m not actually completely awake. I still seem to be dreaming. Very disconcerting. Chugging caffeine before I turn round and say something way offbase to someone.
When I was in the train today, my mind tried to pull out of the station before the train did. Strangest feeling, going through the back of my head. Luckily the train did start off a few moments later, so I caught me up. Again, I think it was because I was partly asleep. I’m pretty damn sure, you see, that the mind/spirit/whatever can go wandering on it’s own when the body is sleeping. Because if it can’t, then either (a) I’m barking mad and haven’t noticed yet, or (b) there’s some even weirder shit going on. I’ve ‘dreamed’ of things and places that just can’t be explained any other way. The most detailed was the time I dreamed of a rocky river with a waterfall at the end, in a forest/wood, when I was in my early teens. There was a path running alongside the river was made from cream stone chippings…. I thought that was strange, because the only stone chippings I’d ever seen on a path were dark grey. A few years later, I was on holiday somewhere in the middle of France with my parents and brother. We went out for a random drive one day, and by chance passed an area of forest that advertised a picnic area and nature walk…. decided to stop for lunch. And it was the very same place I’d dreamed years earlier, cream chippings and all. And no, it can’t have been a premonition, either, because in my ‘dream’ it was a different time (the waterfull was only a trickle when we went there, but in the souvenir shop, there was a picture of it at full flow, like I remembered it) and (duh) nighttime. There are lots of other odd little details, too, like the path leading down into the river that was somehow hidden on the way up to the waterfall, but in both cases I saw on the way back. Makes me wonder just where else my mind has visited that I will never physically go, or probably even remember.
