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Perchance to Dream

As I was dragging myself through a couple mile run today I contemplated the following:

I used to dream about smoking. The dreams were incredibly vivid, including taste and smell. No one in my immediate family smoked, nor did we particularly socialize with people who did, so I don’t know how my brain decided on those details. When I actually did smoke a cigarette for the first time, it was uncannily like the experience in my dreams. The friend that provided the cigarette noted that I smoked like an old pro. But of course, the mind is a funny thing. I could have just as well "rewritten" my memories of those dreams to match the experience that occurred.

I dreamt last night of running. I dream of swimming too, sometimes. In my dreams, both are incredibly easy for me. Sometimes, the running dreams are like I’m bounding from place to place, but often, they’re just run if the mill…running. Just without the fetters of poor oxygen exchange and difficult joints. But running has never been easy for me. Even after kinda doing it for a few years now, it’s still a struggle. And I don’t even know how to swim. It’s too bad that not all dream experiences carry over into real life.

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I really hope the league hubbub has come to an end now. It’s getting a little old. There’s been shirt drama and baggage drama, exacerbating the already present issues of field space and female registration numbers. I am a little surprised at how much complaining there’s been considering the circumstances. Keith worked to schedule enough field space for 16 teams, and Jose’s tried to come up with a baggage system that wouldn’t take too much time to implement, both for him and the captains at draft.  Yet, people have been very grumpy about any concessions they might have to make.  Getting a couple women to switch to Thursdays was worse than pulling teeth, and I got the feeling that there was some resistance in once again recruiting women for league.  Not that I’ve been doing this long, but I don’t remember other leagues being as tiring as this one.  No matter.  Games start next week and, in the end, the play’s the thing.

Haven’t gotten too much work done on Model Species yet.  These latest changes are…daunting isn’t quite the right word.  I can see where the writing needs to go, I’m just not sure how to execute it.  I’m kind of mulling things over, letting them settle into my brain.  Or at least that’s my excuse.  It could be that I’m just a lazy procrastinator.

Right now, I think it’s time to go pass out, despite the three cups of coffee I finished off a couple hours ago.  Maybe I’ll read some before that.  I’m in the mood for Yeats.