2013-03-30

dira: Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier (Default)
2013-03-30 07:28 am

I have the least mysterious subconscious I've ever heard of.

A couple of weeks ago I went running for the first time in a couple of months (I run outside, so ice and cold and snow are serious deterrents and, yeah, next year maybe a gym membership for the winter) and ... I didn't actually do anything I could perceive, I just came up lame all of a sudden, and after that my foot hurt to even walk on for several days.

The first or second night after it happened, I had a dream about taking a long bicycle trip.

Yes, thank you subconscious, I have cracked your code. Maybe it would be better to take up a non-impact activity at least temporarily.


Last night I spent a lot of time staring at my Generation Kill wolf-verse Iraq story, which I had skipped out of working on for a few days in favor of scribbling away at Teen Wolf kidfic. I also spent some time talking (whining) to the very patient [personal profile] petra and [personal profile] iulia about how much I didn't want to work on the Iraq story and how I knew I needed to finish it and how I was grimly determined but wahhhhhhhh. Etc.

Last night, I dreamed I was re-enlisting in the Marines, complete with two dude Marines following me up to the table to sign both leering at me and joking (I felt coolly superior to them, as I outranked them, which they would realize once we were all back in uniform) and standing tall at attention, determined to show no fear, while a bored officer warned me that there was a fifty percent chance the gas mask drill I had to do as part of the fitness test for re-enlisting would involve actual gas of some kind.

Yes, subconscious. I GET IT. I'm going to do this, and I'm going to do it well, even if parts of it suck and hurt. YES. OKAY.