Paperwork and bizarre dreams
Dec. 29th, 2005 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugee::Sigh:: Got through about half of the dumb paperwork for the SSI madness before I started getting too stressed out by it. I know, how can paperwork be stressful? Well, when it's paperwork that my financial security depends on and it has to do with Extremely Personal Information to the point of TMI at times, it can make you feel like a bug under a microscope. I'm just worried that no matter how much information I give them, it won't be enough, and frankly, there is a large part of me that wants to simply sit down and write a long, angry, rant-heavy letter telling the SSI bureaucrats what I really think of how they're running this, and how much so-called "normal" people drive me crazy. Yeah, you heard this all before on that entry which I practically erased because it got too angsty...
On to more pleasant things, like the strange dreams I had last night. I can't quite make out why I had the first one, but I fully understand where the second one came from.
In the first dream, I was riding the Shaw-Stevens bus, heading for the cinema on the Lowell/Chelmsford line. Who gets on the bus but our town's village idiot/town creep who can't keep his hands off anything with two X chromosomes (Perhaps "anything that wears clothing that remotely resembles a skirt" would fit, since I don't doubt this guy would harrass a man in a kilt or a cassock, just to get a rise out of him because he [we'll call him "Bubba", for obvious reasons] thinks its funny. Granted, "Bubba" is somewhat mentally handicapped, so he doesn't completely understand the consequences of his actions, but I don't think he's as stupid as he purports to be. Just from what I've observed, he's about the mental level of a horny twelve year old boy.). He sits down next to me and starts trying to paw me (he's done this in the past, for real, when I was waiting for a bus, and he's been thrown off the LRTA repeatedly for harrassing other passengers, including a middle-aged woman and a blind girl, right in front of her legally blind fiance, no less). I try to edge away from him, but I'm in a window seat, and thus there's no escape. Nobody notices any of this.
The bus comes to a stop, and a bunch of people get on, including of all people, Constantine, who looks like he's just coming from a job and probably was, considering that I smell sulphur on him. He passes by, heading for the seat directly behind me and my would-be assailant.
Constantine: "Hey, get your fuckin' hands off that girl."
Bubba: "Find your own girl, faggot."
Constantine: "Speak for yourself, bitch."
As he drops into the seat, Constantine accidently on purpose hits "Bubba" on the side of the head with the black satchel that he carries everywhere. Immediately, Bubba collapses into a heap of dust and fragments that look like broken clay flowerpots. Nobody notices any of *this* happening, either.
Me: "I knew that guy was a demon..."
Constantine: "No demon: that was a changeling, but they're just as big a pain in the ass." As he says this, he shakes out one of his smokes and thrusts it between his lips.
Bus Driver: "You can't smoke on here."
I know why I had this one, since I'd been running some MxO critical missions last night (only two, since the second one was a doozy: leading a bunch of Merv operatives to attack a Cypherite base. I had to run it twice since the first run I had to abort, after a bunch of Exile hoodlums attacked and killed my troops), I'm just a little hazy as to what it all means. Well, I was dreaming that I'd been running a boatload of MxO missions, and that I was posting a summary of said missions on the official message board. I start getting replies back from other players, all to the effect of "Hey, I'm higher-levelled than you are, I've got more organization rep than you do, so why ain't I getting those missions?" And then the devs think someone hacked the game, but they can't find any trace that someone had tweaked the client or the content in the server. So of course they think I'm lying, but I show them the screen shots to prove that I'd really done these missions. Unfortunately, I woke up before we found the answer to this mystery...
On to more pleasant things, like the strange dreams I had last night. I can't quite make out why I had the first one, but I fully understand where the second one came from.
In the first dream, I was riding the Shaw-Stevens bus, heading for the cinema on the Lowell/Chelmsford line. Who gets on the bus but our town's village idiot/town creep who can't keep his hands off anything with two X chromosomes (Perhaps "anything that wears clothing that remotely resembles a skirt" would fit, since I don't doubt this guy would harrass a man in a kilt or a cassock, just to get a rise out of him because he [we'll call him "Bubba", for obvious reasons] thinks its funny. Granted, "Bubba" is somewhat mentally handicapped, so he doesn't completely understand the consequences of his actions, but I don't think he's as stupid as he purports to be. Just from what I've observed, he's about the mental level of a horny twelve year old boy.). He sits down next to me and starts trying to paw me (he's done this in the past, for real, when I was waiting for a bus, and he's been thrown off the LRTA repeatedly for harrassing other passengers, including a middle-aged woman and a blind girl, right in front of her legally blind fiance, no less). I try to edge away from him, but I'm in a window seat, and thus there's no escape. Nobody notices any of this.
The bus comes to a stop, and a bunch of people get on, including of all people, Constantine, who looks like he's just coming from a job and probably was, considering that I smell sulphur on him. He passes by, heading for the seat directly behind me and my would-be assailant.
Constantine: "Hey, get your fuckin' hands off that girl."
Bubba: "Find your own girl, faggot."
Constantine: "Speak for yourself, bitch."
As he drops into the seat, Constantine accidently on purpose hits "Bubba" on the side of the head with the black satchel that he carries everywhere. Immediately, Bubba collapses into a heap of dust and fragments that look like broken clay flowerpots. Nobody notices any of *this* happening, either.
Me: "I knew that guy was a demon..."
Constantine: "No demon: that was a changeling, but they're just as big a pain in the ass." As he says this, he shakes out one of his smokes and thrusts it between his lips.
Bus Driver: "You can't smoke on here."
I know why I had this one, since I'd been running some MxO critical missions last night (only two, since the second one was a doozy: leading a bunch of Merv operatives to attack a Cypherite base. I had to run it twice since the first run I had to abort, after a bunch of Exile hoodlums attacked and killed my troops), I'm just a little hazy as to what it all means. Well, I was dreaming that I'd been running a boatload of MxO missions, and that I was posting a summary of said missions on the official message board. I start getting replies back from other players, all to the effect of "Hey, I'm higher-levelled than you are, I've got more organization rep than you do, so why ain't I getting those missions?" And then the devs think someone hacked the game, but they can't find any trace that someone had tweaked the client or the content in the server. So of course they think I'm lying, but I show them the screen shots to prove that I'd really done these missions. Unfortunately, I woke up before we found the answer to this mystery...