Lucid Dreams

I have lucid dreams every now and then, dreams where I know that I'm dreaming. It's fun and it's confusing, because sometimes I'll remember having done something, and then it turns out I only did it in a dream, or I'll have really vivid memories of something that never happened. Weird.

Last night, after having a normal dream about the roof of my parents house in Trysil blowing off in a storm, I became lucid. Normally I like to talk to whatever people is in my dream with me, and in this one, it was my friend Marie.

I told her quite frankly that 'you are only something in my dream, you're not really real.' She said: 'well, if this is a dream, wouldn't it be cool if you can send a text with your phone from here to your real world phone?'

That would be really cool. So in my dream I fished my phone out of my pocket (the best thing about lucid dreams is the fact that you can pretty much will anything to be where you want it, as essentially it is a world of your own invention), and wrote a text to myself: This is a test.

A few moments later I woke up because my phone beeped. It was a text.

Sadly, it was from my boss at the hotel, and not from my dream phone. Freaked me out a bit though, I have to say.

Christmas almost broke

I'm in Trysil, which 24 hours ago seemed like it would never happen. It's a tr00 winter wonderland here, and I've been making lefse today, so I'm all set really.

But it almost didn't happen. Fo' shizzle.

Wednesday I had Christmas lunch with the people I work with at the hotel. It was this huge fucking buffet, and I thought that the Christmas food didn't look too good, so I ate seafood. Scallops, shripm and lobster. Bad idea. I got food poisoning, thereby missing my last evening of bartending at Naboen before going off on holiday. It was horrible. From about four thirty in the afternoon until nine in the evening I was crouched on the bathroom floor, head down the toilet.

When the sickness left, the misery didn't end. I'd gotten my period too, and got the worst cramps in the history of womankind. To get some sleep I washed two paracetamol down with a large shot of whisky. Into my painfully empty stomach. Whee. My stomach hates me, my liver hates me and I've probably ruined the pipes.

Thursday, got up, fixed the last presents, packed and got ready for going home to Trysil. Our flight to Oslo was supposed to leave at ten past seven. It didn't.

The airport in Oslo had really bad problems with a freezing fog (quite necro, tr00 and kvlt, actually), so it was closed for quite a while. Then, at about elevn at night, they told us the flight had been cancelled. Whilst waiting in line to get a new flight booked for tomorrow, they told us, half an hour later, that the flight wasn't cancelled after all. I think we landed in Oslo at a quarter to two or something.

Luckily, our parents had agreed to meet us at the airport, otherwise we'd be stranded. It's about 2,5 hours drive to Trysil, so we didn't get home until almost five in the morning. It was horrible, and for a while there I thought my Christmas had been jinxed.

But today, after making lefse, and after going to Sweden to buy Swedish food and a bottle of Ardbeg whisky (400 SEK! hadde glemt hvor billig ting er i Svedala), I feel a lot better.

No, I shouldn't be writing this

I'm at work see. It's been a very typical Friday night so far, and things have FINALLY died down. It's five in the morning now. And I've agreed to work an extra hour, until seven. Why did I say yes to that? Oh well, I guess I'll be getting Chrstmas presents after all.

Reason why I'm writing, and it's not about the very drunk gentleman today who told me he was a 'real believer in feminism' and wanted ME to rape HIM (WTF? jævla idiotkadett), but something far more sinister:

A flyer in the hotel lobby caught my attention. It is about a conference to be held in Bergen in January about humans and technology and whatnot. One of the lectures to be held is Fusion of Man, Machine and Information Systems by Dr. Yoshiyuki Sankai, prof.,University of Tsukuba and president of Cyberdyne Inc.

Cyberdyne.... Now where did I hear that name before? Oh yes, T2. I'm concerned about the future of humankind.

Crafts and doom

I have bought the new Electric Wizard album, Witchcult Today. 'Tis rocking. Much.

Electric Wizard is more inspired by Pentagram than Black Sabbath, and that makes all the difference.

And I have expanded my general area of craftiness. It now also includes making rosaries. Yes, that's right: rosaries. I've always liked the shape of them, so I bought a DIY kit from The Rosary Shop.

The Hail Mary beads are all bloodstone (supposedly good for people with anemia :) ) and the Our Father beads are black onyx. Took me about four hours to put it all together. Except the crucifix. I'm replacing that with a large bloodstone bought on Ebay.

It was so much fun to do I've ordered another kit. With snowflake obsidian and black onyx beads.

The girl is crafty like ice is cold!

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favourite things

Blondes should not have the right to vote or do anything important

This night has been a complete HELL at work. Working security when close to 800 people are attending a christmas party is just... The horror stories I could tell you...

Being blonde and, well, the only one in security with a pair of tits, meant that drunken men in their fifties asked me to dance every ten minutes. The men in their thirties were a lot more straightforward and simply grabbed my ass whenever they could. I am too pretty for this. Really. Why why why don't people understand that when I refuse to give them a hug, it's not only because I'm working, it's also because I DON'T HUG RANDOM STRANGERS. Especially not when they're old enough to be my dad.

So now it's four in the morning, and I'm dead fucking tired, but I found a youtube link and it made me reconsider being blonde.

Not only do blondes make men stupid, but many blondes deserve the lousy reputation that blondes have. Some of them are just not smart at all. Just look at this selection of vids:





But enough of this, I'm going to bed.

Sick

I am sick. Really, really sick. I haven't felt this shit since... actually, I don't remember.

It started as a fever Monday night, along with a tightness around my chest. Tuesday the fever was still going strong and I was coughing up god knows what from my lungs. It sort of felt like phlegm and broken glass.

Now it's Thursday and the coughing isn't as bad, but the fever sure as hell is. And my throat is so sore and painful I have trouble swallowing. And I haven't been able to speak for two days. All I can do is squeak. Which was quite amusing when my sister phoned me yesterday to hear how I was doing. I could hardly make a sound. Makes communication a bit hard when the only noises you can make are so high-pitched you sound like a dog whistle.

Anyways, this typing is making me tired. Must get some sleep.

Next year I am not getting the flu. That is a fucking promise. This is no fun at all.