Random thoughts and a weird dream.

That would be better titled "a weird dream and random thoughts", because I'm going to start with the dream.

I fell asleep earlier tonight, unexpectedly. I thought I was just going to close my eyes for a few minutes. Well, that didn't go as planned.

I dreamt that I was in my bathroom, repairing the toilet (this has got to do with The Sims 2), and I suddenly felt very tired, like I was going to pass out. I was really dizzy and felt claustrophobic. I felt like I had a weight on my chest, and I couldn't breathe.

So, in the dream, I was like "What the hell? Why would I be fixing the toilet if I feel like this? What was I doing before?" So I remembered that I'd lay down for a bit. And then it hit me. "I must be asleep," I said to myself. Meanwhile, I felt more and more like passing out and I actually said to myself, in the dream, "Hey! You're asleep already! Wake up! You feel how your arms are against something? Focus on that!"

Very odd. But it's true, I was dozing on my back, and my arms were at my sides resting on the couch, whereas in the dream, I was kneeling in front of the toilet and my arms weren't touching anything.

I jerked myself awake, felt nauseous, scared and somewhat intrigued that I'd figured out I was dreaming. So I rolled over and fell back to sleep.

Freaky. I wish I'd thought to try some lucid dreaming, but I guess I did, in a sense, because I did manage to wake myself up. Anyways, I woke up again at something like 3am. And played The Sims 2 until 5:15am. Because I am insane like that. And I'm still not feeling all that well. The dream has totally stayed with me.

But on to random thoughts!

You know you're getting old when you're watching a late night talk show (Conan O'Brien, a rerun from last Friday) and you actually know all the guests. And not just from their latest thing that they're promoting, but from years. Seth Green, who I knew from Buffy, but was promoting "Robot Chicken", and Josh Duhamel, who was promoting "Las Vegas", but I know him from AMC.

I remember when late night talk show guests were these people I just didn't know, or were so very popular that I knew them at least a little bit, but generally from the latest thing they're doing. It's weird, weird, weird to be sitting there and going "Haha, I remember Seth as Oz" or "Hey, Josh was cute as Leo, and they could so use him back, somehow, right now. Get Greenlee away from Ryan..."

Anyways. One of my male Sims got pregnant from alien abduction and the first child in my 7th generation is an alien baby girl, whom I've named Laren, although I'm wishing I'd chosen Dax or Nerys. But Laren will do. She probably won't be my main heir, though.

I hope to get back to sleep before 7. I might be going skiing in the afternoon with my Pop and my brother.

Amusing quote of the night.

Me: "Whyyyyyyyy is it BRIGHT out?"
C: "Because it SUCKS."

Which makes no sense, but cracked me up anyways.

Edit: Been posting about my Legacy family here: legacychallenge

My posts:

Intro
Second post
Third post (which took AGES to write)

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Have not been able to sleep.

I'm still wide awake. Very weird.

At any rate, my dad, brother and brother's GF are going up to the skihill today, and, probably to my brother's annoyance, I am driving. Mwahahaha. Apart from the lane changes, this will be fun, I am telling myself.

I do love skiing, and I ... huh. It's not one of my interests. <adds it> Right, and I miss skiing every single weekend like I did when I was younger. This will be only the... fifth? time this season. And it's already late February! For shame. (Once with my dad... once with my father and my brother and his GF... once with C&M, then last week with P, yes. My fifth.)

C and P were surprised I could ski so well. Well, P knew I could ski well, so she was less surprised, but she was still surprised that a hill that was "easy" for me was ridiculously hard for her. C was just incredulous. Mostly because I am not someone in good physical condition, and there are a few extra pounds I could stand to lose. I don't do a lot of physical stuff well, you see. But I can ski. And people look at me and sort of go "Yeah. Right. SHE can SKI? I don't think so."

And, okay, I'm not the best skier in the entire universe, and I do get scared on the harder runs, but I'm pretty damn good. I do enjoy demonstrating my ability to disbelievers. It's so much fun to show them not to judge people on their appearances.

And suddenly, I'm reminded of the Grade 10 trip to the Adirondacks we all took, when we hiked up a mountain and also paddled in canoes down a river. I was getting into the back of a canoe, and one of the more popular girls (somewhat athletic, too) turned and saw me doing so. "You can STERN?" she asked, amazed.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Seriously?!"

"I've been canoeing at my cottage since I was 7," I informed her, letting her do the math. I was 15 then, and had, therefore, spent more than half the summers of my life paddling around the lake up north or down the connecting river.

"Wow. So, like, you can stern!!"

Apparently, being able to "stern" (that's to say, steering a canoe while sitting in the back and paddling with enough force to propel it forwards) was something that a lot of my classmates had only recently learned during their short stays at camp over the summer.

To me, canoeing, like skiing, is just something I do. I know how to paddle, I know how to steer. I know how to parallel ski, I know how to do moguls. These abilities are just... ingrained in me, after hours and hours and hours and hours of practice over several years.

Sometimes, it amazes me that I can ski or that I can canoe, because learning how to do those things never really felt like work. But the burning muscles, the portaging, the sitting in a chalet to warm up... that's time, that's effort, that's energy I've put in. It feels good to look back and know that I've taken the time to develop these skills to the point where they don't FEEL like skills, where they're at the point like they just feel like they're a part of me.

I have no idea where all of this came from. I ramble, though, and there's some proof. ;) And now, I must get dressed for skiing. :D