Dream - 21.11.28 - Dr. Who/ Train

I was taking a vacation, alone and incognito, on a sight-seeing train with a group of random tourists. Everything was going fine; we had already made several stops and were traveling on the empty moors - enjoying the scenery - when the schedule was disrupted and we were informed that we would spend more time on the moors than expected. Then the train stopped. Somehow, we found out that there was a strange illness affecting the world - people were dropping down dead in the streets after showing few or no symptoms - and the tour authorities were trying to figure out where to divert us so that we would avoid it ... but their personnel were also being affected and there were few to deal with the number of trains out.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer stewards available - they were ill or dead. The engines were off, we were stranded.

I walked into the dining car to find that someone had wrenched a window open (no engine, no central air or fans?) and my fellow tourists were examining a bug that had flown in. It was a strange looking bug and when I looked at it, it ... flared in my sight.

Suddenly, I was the Doctor and I knew it was an alien creature and the source of the illness/deaths and that everyone onboard the train was now in danger. I took over and began giving orders - not that I remember any of them now.

I do recall that there was one very young man - mid-teens - who tried to leave the train and walk off into the moors. He had taken the tour because he was in love with a young lady on the train but she never even noticed him. He was well wrapped up for some particular reason, completely covered with no skin showing. I convinced him to stay because for whatever reason it was that he was dressed like that, he was our best hope of survival.

I am grateful that my subconscious has created protections against nightmares because this should have been a terrifying and frightening one triggered by the Hell House game last night.

Oh, and for the record, I was Doctor Ten.

21.11.28 - Sobre a toca de hobbit do Bilbo Bolseiro

O Bilbo Bolseiro gostava de visitas. Quando uma pessoa se aproximaria a casa do Sr. Bolseiro, eles veriam uma porta redondo, como uma escotilha em um submarino, pintada de verde. No centro da porta foi uma maçaneta latão, brilhante amarela. A visita tocaria a campainha da porta para avisar o Bilbo que alguém estava visitando.

A porta se abria para uma corredor redondo, em forma de tubo, como um túnel. Foi um túnel muito confortável.

As paredes foram revestidas com madeira e o chão foi ladrilhado com tapetes nele aqui e ali. Havia muitas cadeiras de madeira polida e muitos e muitos cabides e ganchos para chapéus e casacos.

O corredor curvo descendo a colina, mas não em linha reta. Seguiu a curva da colina.

O corredor tem muitas portinhas redondas que se abriam ao longo dele, de um lado e outro. Quartos, banheiros, adegas (para vinho e bebidas), despensas (para comida), guarda-roupas, cozinhas, salas de jantar. Tudo ficavam no mesmo andar e no mesmo corredor. Não havia nenhuma escada.

Os melhores cômodos ficavam do lado esquerdo, de quem entra, porque estes foram no lado perto do flanco de colina e tinham janelas. As janelas foram redondas, claro. As janelas destes cômodos no lado esquerdo davam para o jardim e para as campinas, e para o rio além.

Journal - Christmas shopping

My love and I went out yesterday to look for his Christmas presents. He is asking for new underwear and a lightweight, rain-proof jacket. We went to Walmart first to look at their boxer-briefs and walked out without anything because the selection sucked rocks. Then we went to Savers.

I didn't take any cash money with us because I didn't expect to find anything this time. We went over the the men's outerwear and there was a leather jacket, exactly the right size - the only jacket on the rack. There was a tear toward the bottom on one side - I've already patched it up because of course we got it.

He'll order the underwear from Amazon.