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[the_rck]

I had a geography argument with my dreaming mind last night. I don't remember the context. I just remember almost waking up in indignation over the dream narrative insisting that someone not-me swam from Michigan to Ghana to escape whatever was going on in the dream. I think my dreamself actually said, "But Ghana's in Africa. The Atlantic!" The dream response was, "No, no. Ghana in South America." That's the point when I was really sure I was dreaming both because it's still ridiculous to swim from Michigan to anything in South America and because Ghana is still in Africa.

I think that's the closest I've ever come to lucid dreaming, and it would have to be over something like that.

Today is a day for chores. Lots of laundry (three loads washed, two dried, one waiting to wash), changing the sheets, taking out the trash (which I'll have to do again tomorrow because it all has to go to the curb for early Wednesday pick up). Tomorrow, if I can manage it, I want to wash all of Scott's old work clothes. I don't expect we'll end up keeping them because they're in pretty bad shape, but I don't think Scott's ready to let them go yet. I think, at the moment, he'd feel that getting rid of them was an invitation to absolutely requiring them again.

Some of those old work clothes are clean, and some are dirty. I'm just not sure which are which. Washing all of them at once makes more sense than trying to decide which ones actually need it.

I'm still having trouble adjusting to Scott's new schedule. After Cordelia gets home every day, I get kind of itchy and expect to hear from Scott because his previous job had the shift ended in at 3:00 (which usually turned into 3:30 or 4:00). Up until last week, not hearing from him well before 5:00 meant something had gone very wrong at work. Now, 5:00 is just the ordinary end of his day.

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[edenfalling]

Sounds like your sleeping brain was mixing up Ghana and Guinea... though you're right that swimming from Michigan to South America still makes no sense.

[the_rck]

Well, the mental image in my dream was me looking at a very old style map of Ghana, one of those that's hand done and not to scale at all and has people drawn on it followed by me seeing the same map just wedged into South America, so part of what I was protesting was the idea that moving the bit of map so that it sat on a different continent meant moving the country.

So it wasn't just 'You can't swim from here to there!' but also 'You can't move an entire country that way! And even if you could--'

I'm just a little boggled that this, after all these years, is the point that my in-dream suspension of disbelief failed. Not alien invasions or losing track of where I live or being back in high school and having missed a class for an entire semester or...

[edenfalling]

Oooh, but imagine if there were a map that could affect reality that way, and somebody started drawing on it... *tucks plot bunny away for future contemplation*

But yeah, that is a very arbitrary point for your brain to just nope out of the dream logic.