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Seemed to be in the home I grew up in the Dining Room with my brother and others. I was attempting to show my brother something on a tablet when my Neice came over and rudely interposed herself into the situation, grabbing at the tablet and starting to fiddle with it while we were right in the middle of something (there is definitely an element of 'Haven't learned all my manners yet' to her behavior - interrupting, impatience, etc.). I growled at her in a very spontaneous "What are you doing, you rude person you!" way. Shocked, she ran out of the room, then upstairs, whence we 'heard' her crying strongly, bitterly. Despite some feeling of Guilt on my part, it turned out that her upset was brief; she returned and was interacting with us (apparently) normal again, within a fairly brief time. (This is not unlike the pattern of her reaction to criticism/reprimands that I've seen during my time spent in Charlton recently, btw, though minus the literal crying).
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I was lying, dozing on what appeared to be the bed in my parents' former room, when someone who 'scanned' (ie, who felt/seemed) like 'George Takei' (By that I mean he wasn't necessarily 'literally' Takei, but he exuded a similar combination of wisdom and playfulness/humor) came over to the bed, then leaned down and kissed me on the head 'goodbye'. I immediately woke all the way up and hugged at him in distress, as I got immediately that he was communicating (more of a concept package than literally 'words') that his death was imminent (and so he was going around and saying 'goodbye' to everyone; seeing as I was apparently sleeping he hadn't intended to wake me).
I accompanyed 'Uncle George' to the kitchen, babbling all the way; there was something I kinda remembered that I wanted to tell him (some little thing I'd thought he'd find amusing and/or interesting; this was my last chance), and then we were sitting in the kitchen (at least one other person was around, too). It wasn't as if he was going to drop dead immediately or anything, but it probably was going to happen a little later that day.
While Death wasn't quite the Tragedy it is here, there was still that anxious 'Aww, you hafta go?! Quick; imma tell you this funny thing I was meaning to tell you!'' reaction from me.
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I ended up an extra on the set of Outlander (which I haven't watched, though am aware of the show); as we were getting ready to shoot a scene, another extra turned to me and showed off her multiple accents. In my insecurity* due to not having her skill set, I left the set and was walking down the street, then changed my mind and resolutely marched back. I entered just as they were about to start filming, and as an extra on the couch (the accents woman? not sure) hissed at me the equivalent that I had some nerve interrrupting the shot like that, I retorted that I wasn't going 'to be put off by someone's hoity toity accents' (or something to that effect). There was a smattering of 'applause/approval' from the other extras, and I was allowed back in (I was still in costume) where I re-joined another extra on a sofa in the parlor in which the scene was taking place (an actual building/room, not a stage set). As I sat, my fellow extra leaned over to reiterate her approval of my action. (It was, in retrospect, all very 'sitcom denouement-ey'.)
Then the scene started; the female lead was given some weird boquet/bunch of red somethings; she got annoyed and got up from where she was sitting next to a window besides her male lead(?) and tossed the boquet away (which sailed over us on the sofa out of the shot, with me wondering bemusedly 'Was it supposed to do that?'), as she leaned a bit towards us, emoting annoyance/frustration. Possibly saying something to the effect of 'WTF is this sh*t??' only in a vernavcular appropriate to the genre. (She wasn't interacting with us as much as she was just near us due to the shot's blocking).
1st (Breathing) portion of EE meditation done
No biphasic sleep
*I walked out of the drama tryouts in my 1st year of undergrad before they'd even gotten started due to hearing one organizer assume that we'd been in productions in high school (I hadn't); I assumed that they only wanted people who already had experience and couldn't bear the thought of feeling humiliated if and when they asked and I'd have to admit that no, I had no prior acting experience (save a very small part in one middle-school production). It was a fear of being seen by all there as naive and stupid for not knowing that 'Duh, of course you had to already have experience'.
I later on did have a small part in a play put on at my summer workplace, of all places.
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I was lying, dozing on what appeared to be the bed in my parents' former room, when someone who 'scanned' (ie, who felt/seemed) like 'George Takei' (By that I mean he wasn't necessarily 'literally' Takei, but he exuded a similar combination of wisdom and playfulness/humor) came over to the bed, then leaned down and kissed me on the head 'goodbye'. I immediately woke all the way up and hugged at him in distress, as I got immediately that he was communicating (more of a concept package than literally 'words') that his death was imminent (and so he was going around and saying 'goodbye' to everyone; seeing as I was apparently sleeping he hadn't intended to wake me).
I accompanyed 'Uncle George' to the kitchen, babbling all the way; there was something I kinda remembered that I wanted to tell him (some little thing I'd thought he'd find amusing and/or interesting; this was my last chance), and then we were sitting in the kitchen (at least one other person was around, too). It wasn't as if he was going to drop dead immediately or anything, but it probably was going to happen a little later that day.
While Death wasn't quite the Tragedy it is here, there was still that anxious 'Aww, you hafta go?! Quick; imma tell you this funny thing I was meaning to tell you!'' reaction from me.
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I ended up an extra on the set of Outlander (which I haven't watched, though am aware of the show); as we were getting ready to shoot a scene, another extra turned to me and showed off her multiple accents. In my insecurity* due to not having her skill set, I left the set and was walking down the street, then changed my mind and resolutely marched back. I entered just as they were about to start filming, and as an extra on the couch (the accents woman? not sure) hissed at me the equivalent that I had some nerve interrrupting the shot like that, I retorted that I wasn't going 'to be put off by someone's hoity toity accents' (or something to that effect). There was a smattering of 'applause/approval' from the other extras, and I was allowed back in (I was still in costume) where I re-joined another extra on a sofa in the parlor in which the scene was taking place (an actual building/room, not a stage set). As I sat, my fellow extra leaned over to reiterate her approval of my action. (It was, in retrospect, all very 'sitcom denouement-ey'.)
Then the scene started; the female lead was given some weird boquet/bunch of red somethings; she got annoyed and got up from where she was sitting next to a window besides her male lead(?) and tossed the boquet away (which sailed over us on the sofa out of the shot, with me wondering bemusedly 'Was it supposed to do that?'), as she leaned a bit towards us, emoting annoyance/frustration. Possibly saying something to the effect of 'WTF is this sh*t??' only in a vernavcular appropriate to the genre. (She wasn't interacting with us as much as she was just near us due to the shot's blocking).
1st (Breathing) portion of EE meditation done
No biphasic sleep
*I walked out of the drama tryouts in my 1st year of undergrad before they'd even gotten started due to hearing one organizer assume that we'd been in productions in high school (I hadn't); I assumed that they only wanted people who already had experience and couldn't bear the thought of feeling humiliated if and when they asked and I'd have to admit that no, I had no prior acting experience (save a very small part in one middle-school production). It was a fear of being seen by all there as naive and stupid for not knowing that 'Duh, of course you had to already have experience'.
I later on did have a small part in a play put on at my summer workplace, of all places.