Weird dreams, latest instalments
Nov. 6th, 2014 07:01 amI was learning to walk using a crutch, after having the left leg amputated. It was easier than expected, because I'd lost a lot of weight (most of one leg, just for starters). So far, so not unreasonable, that'll probably happen one day.
But.....
One crutch, not two, and it was an under-arm job that looked like a forked branch had been hacked off a tree. I think it was out of an online game set in 1462.
I was wearing a black ballet shoe on the right foot. This was important.
This was happening in an expanded version of the kitchen in our old house in Stevenage, which for some reason was now on the 11th floor of Lister Hospital.
That was last night. A few nights ago, I was about to start some small and simple craft project, when I realised that before doing so, I had to enter it into two? three? request-for-service systems, document it as a change in two more, estimate time and materials taken in arbitrary and inappropriate units, and get it passed by a couple of committees, one of them only existing in the aforementioned on-line game. So I didn't bother, and woke up instead.
But.....
One crutch, not two, and it was an under-arm job that looked like a forked branch had been hacked off a tree. I think it was out of an online game set in 1462.
I was wearing a black ballet shoe on the right foot. This was important.
This was happening in an expanded version of the kitchen in our old house in Stevenage, which for some reason was now on the 11th floor of Lister Hospital.
That was last night. A few nights ago, I was about to start some small and simple craft project, when I realised that before doing so, I had to enter it into two? three? request-for-service systems, document it as a change in two more, estimate time and materials taken in arbitrary and inappropriate units, and get it passed by a couple of committees, one of them only existing in the aforementioned on-line game. So I didn't bother, and woke up instead.