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Jay Lake
Date: 2012-01-01 08:58
Subject: [personal] Dreaming my way into a New Year
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Tags:cancer, conventions, dreams, health, personal
Laid fairly low yesterday during the day, watching Star Trek TOS on Netflix Streaming and browsing through Web comic archives. Brain isn't quite back to reading books yet. However, I did get crazy and go out last night with [info]the_child and Mother of the Child to a low-key, family-friendly New Years Eve party among [info]the_child's school community. Ie, lots of friends and acquaintances of hers running around, lots of parents of current and former students. So I knew almost everybody, at least casually. Likewise, thanks both to my general open-ness on the topic as well as the death from cancer of one of the parents last spring, everybody was pretty aware of my issues.

I actually talked to people. Told jokes and stories. Listened to other people's jokes and stories. Swilled grapefruit juice and ate terrible food from the potluck table. ("Tasty, but not good for me" terrible, not "Oh my god what is this slop" terrible.) Generally interacted with 12 or 15 adults for about two hours, as if I was an adult myself and not some medical shut-in. By 8:30 I had a headache and could barely keep sitting up straight, so Mother of the Child drove me home while our daughter stayed and partied with friends, to catch a ride later.

I crawled into bed around 9, fortified by Tylenol and Lorazepam, (as well as my lower GI meds, as yesterday the lower GI horrors decided to return to my life). I felt physically lousy, had definitely pushed my envelope being at the party, but was still very glad I went.

My subconscious decided to reward me with a dream about being at an SF/F convention, probably Worldcon or WFC though the dream didn't specify, where I was being drummed out of the club, so to speak. I got detained by security, then thrown in one of those joke lock-ups except without being allowed to bail myself out, then [info]scalzi (whom I will be seeing shortly IRL at Confusion) came and had a talk with me about how my presence wasn't required any more, but if I didn't know the reasons why, he wasn't going to bother to tell me now that it was already too late to fix things.

(This actually happened to me in my mid-20s, when a relatively long-standing friendship with a former college roommate ended abruptly with the rather grade-school statement, "If you don't know what you did, I'm sure as hell not going to tell you." Our mutual friends refused to say anything, claiming with horror they didn't want to get in the middle of it. Middle of what, no one would tell me. To this day, two decades later, I have no idea what happened, or what my former friend imagined had happened. Nor do I really care at this point, it just remains a baffling and saddening episode in my past.)

So I woke up thinking, "anxiety much?" Apparently I partied too hard. At least my headache is gone.

If one believes in signs and portents (I do not, except for those signs erected by the Highway Department), this dream would not be encouraging for the New Year. I don't have any ready-made interpretations for it, but feel free to take a whack at it. And at any rate, I made it out and saw people, like a real grown-up.

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mlerules: tophat
User: mlerules
Date: 2012-01-01 18:03 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Yay for getting out and socializing all grown-up-wise...and for leaving when you did and not pushing it any more. Glad the headache's gone now. Fark the dream. You've still got it, and folks still remember you and'll be happy to see you when you're out and about again more. :-)
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A large duck
User: burger_eater
Date: 2012-01-01 19:20 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Dream-Scalzi should get over himself.

Glad to hear you got to do some socializing.
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User: shelly_rae
Date: 2012-01-01 19:30 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Yeah, being shut out is a big anxiety inducer. We do like to belong. But it's also part of that sense of "faking it" many writers have.</p>

Be well.

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User: mmegaera
Date: 2012-01-01 20:21 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
To this day, two decades later, I have no idea what happened, or what my former friend imagined had happened.

That happened to me as a young adult, with my oldest sister (12 years older). At family gatherings (few and far between, thank goodness), she just looks through me as if I'm not there. My second-oldest sister does that with my next-youngest sister, too. And, no, I have no clue about either situation.

I hate family dynamics. At least those in my family.
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User: adelheid_p
Date: 2012-01-02 03:39 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
I'm glad you got out to socialize. I hope that by Confusion you will have more energy and endurance restored.
I can only speak for myself and my own dreams and I understand why I have the ones I remember. Which is to say that, for the most part, my dreams are concerned with working out my current anxieties or echoing them.
It also seems, to me, to be out of character for scalzi to treat you in that manner.
Happy New Year!
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russ: masereel
User: goulo
Date: 2012-01-02 08:12 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
About weird dreams: I just got back from a week-long new year's Esperanto gathering in Gdańsk, and the last night I had a vaguely analogous weird dream where one of my friends at the gathering appeared with a gun to execute me for no clear reason. No idea what that was about! Luckily the real-life event was good fun! Happy new year! :)
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Jay Lake
User: jaylake
Date: 2012-01-02 16:38 (UTC)
Bonan Novjaron!
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russ: masereel
User: goulo
Date: 2012-01-02 17:06 (UTC)
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Dankon! :)
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