Interesting little dream & other things

In this dream I was dreaming of a new place. It was, in dream land, the place we were moving to, but in reality is nothing like it. In this dream, it was in a large park-like place, with winding roads, massive empty space between buildings, and huge buildings. (Nothing like the bunch of modest to medium sized houses crammed right next to one another on a rectilinear hill). Just down the street from an outdoor pool. I was walking through the area.

Somehow this turned to me sitting at a picnic table chatting with someone. Then this twinky guy (not my typical first choice, but not bad), friend of a friend came to sit with us and talk. I saw something odd about him right off, his eyes were disfocused and not directed where he was going, plus something about his motions was off. I got the impression he was blind. Then he started greeting my companion with the gentle, fingertip feely touch to ‘see’ him, and chatting a friendly flirtation. I think he was associated with the clinic, or some other mutual membership-oriented gay thing.

I touched his forearm before he touched me in greeting. He was friendly about that too, though not flirtatious. I can’t remember much past that point in the dream, which is a shame, because it was an interesting dream.

Last night I was feeling restless (I haven’t been working out like I want to lately), at like 11:45 (my gym is 30 min walk away anyway and closes at 10). So I went for a run and ended up in north berkeley. Farther north than I generally go on foot. By the time I got there, my knee was having no more of this running on pavement nonsense. So I walked back. My knee is still not happy, but I feel much calmer. Repeated chatting on gay.com both before and after, in which people who had seen me in person kept saying my pics didn’t do me justice.

And lots of housing related stress. I’m starting to worry, I know the land lady is in England, and has been for awhile, but for heaven’s sake, you’d think for a lease she’d find someway to handle the mail, and get it back to us, oh, within 2 weeks of us signing it. I am almost willing to swear to never ever sign a lease again unless I’m walking away with a copy containing the owner’s signature. Ro was supposed to move in on the 1st, but it turns out that the refinishing of the floors is going to keep him out for a few more days. We don’t have keys yet. Ro is moving to the den of his current place on the sly from the landlord, but with the consent of his roomies, for a few extra days.

Talked with Ro yesterday about my summer, not-necessarily-paid internship idea with a city planning department somewhere around here, and he was supportive. Also brought it up while chatting with , who gave me some concrete suggestions about various local cities’ planning departments, and told me that paid internship, fat chance, free internship, and I’d likely be welcomed with open arms.

Plus Simon gone byebye for the summer.

Oh, and a hella long, but still incomplete post about commitments I’ll be taking on. Also, talking with Ro the other day got me thinking about free will v determinism/self-determinism v choices made by the surrounding universe, as it relates to the outsider. Also, thoughts on outsider-ness causing intellectual-ness rather than the other way around.

Those are my thoughts. I now go to work. Hopefully I will lift this evening before (finally) making it to one of ‘s and ‘s parties. Ro will likely be my transportation, and I expect to bring Tom along with. Whee.