A big part of my dreams involve visiting certain places, not always as they were in this space-time continuum.
The old home place where my mother grew up hasn't been lived in for decades, but is deeply a part of me.
Last night I dreamed of staying there, in a mixture of how it was when my grand-parents were there and how I'd like it to be now.
Of course, I'd like to be as young as I remember too, since my memories of the place end in my teens, nearly a decade before I met DH.

Things that glow in the dark

Yesterday, I had a discussion on Facebook with my sister about collecting Vaseline glass, which glows under black-lights.
Today I'm the one who should glow in the dark, as it is time for scans again. This should be my last one on the six month schedule, and the next should be a year from now. I've had all the PET/CT scans insurance will pay for, and now I'm getting a combo of CAT and bone scans.
Both involve drinking contrast liquid and a radioactive injection. I have to admit I kind of enjoy the bitter tonicwater taste of the contrast liquid. I just have trouble remembering what kind of routine I should follow beforehand. Part of the confusion results from switching types of scanning on short notice because insurance. I was prepared for one, then got the other. But there are worse types of medical investigative procedures to have. The only complaint about doing it annually is that I just hit my deductible on one visit. So now I'm guaranteed to use my deductible every year, and insurance won't really have to pay out anything.



Last night's main dream involved organizing a fishing expedition for my dad. I could not be there because of work, and only about a quarter of the group stayed for the whole thing.

Nothing Freudian to see at all.

In other news, still working on the complete crossposting thing, making a couple of tweaks.

Sunday after I realized a tree needed to be cut down in the back, we went to HD to buy a cordless electric chainsaw. Himself didn't want to do everything needed to get one of his old gas ones working, and we figured that the cost of repairing it would be about the same as buying a new one. Tools just don't seem to last decades anymore. I expect a report on how functional it is later today, if I don't get any calls involving a trip to the doctor.


Yesterday, while the winds blew from a high of 78° to a near frost overnight, I got out some new beads and supplies I'd bought during October.
Decided to try something beyond earrings, and I'd seen bead bracelets strung on memory wire to wrap around wrists.
The first I tried was with some cheap glass beads, then I did one with lapis beads spaced with white stone beads, moved on the one made with a strand of beads I'd picked up on eBay of unknown pedigree, then one using a variety of stones and pearls.

Saturday dreaming

Saturday morning I woke from a very complex dream involving time travel by train. I guess I will never be the hero, even in my dreams, as my role was to inventory and clean the various props needed to enable the time travelers to fit in properly with the selected time. I particularly was opening crates and checking china and silver teapots to make sure they were clean.
I think the concept was that the train stops were different times in one place.
Has anyone done time travel where the travelers/researchers pose as servants rather than someone from the upper classes?