My recall of last night's stuff faded in and out. I was in an apartment just hanging out with some friends. Having a good time. One of them, our host, I think, was 'Lorne', the green demon lounge singer guy from 'Angel' (which I just happened to have watched last night for the first time this season, ha-ha). And he mentioned he'd been the equivalent of 'gay-bashed'. This fact infuriated me, and I think I promised myself that should I encounter the ones responsible...I'd majorly kick their asses in pure retaliation. (The past couple of years, I've been often very retalitorially angry on behalf of others' hurts, so this attitude was nothing new.) At one point, he handed me a slip of paper, something similar to a fortune cookie message. While I don't recall the exact message now, I do know I considered it like a Rob Breszny horroscope - fun and good-spirited. Optimistic. The 2nd half of it might have been numbers, or a formula...somehow, an acknowledgement of a more logic-centered way, perhaps. Of that part of me. And I felt a lot of affection for 'Lorne', but spent a moment wondering, slightly guiltily...if I just liked him because he was cool, and did nice things for peope like giving advice, instead of liking him for him being his own self.
Slightly later, I was looking out the apartment window; I saw some guy outside. He was disruptive or threatening in some way; he may have tried to get in. My remembrance from here on out is less clear, more imnpressions. I recall the door being partly open, and perhaps him trying to get it open, or striking the door. I may have gotten the impression that if not one of those who'd 'bashed' 'Lorne' earlier, he was of a similar ilk.
And when I got out into the hall or porch area (there was someone else with me from the house, but I didn't pay much attention to - her - I think it was), I struck him - he either moved quickly away or reeled away, not a threat for the moment. I turned to look at the other stranger there - an unknown youngish female with shortish hair. Still in fight mode, I asked her who she was. Perhaps due to her having seen me hit the guy, she moved back a few paces, and I acknowledged, grimly, 'Someone who doesn't want to get hit by me.' Seemed to me my 'voice' was crisp and business-like - I was definitely in a no shit-taking mode. I asked her again who she was, and she answered 'Adam'.
Seeing that she was a girl, I recall having that 'Oh, for f*ck's sake' feeling of irritation inside. Wondering if she might be 'simple' or playing games. And wondering if it was a Biblical reference. I stepped even closer to her, though a bit less irritated as she'd at least tried to answer. I may have touched her, like a hand on the shoulder; not sure.
Recall gets less clear again - seemed to me she whipped suddenly long hair from side to side, so that the hair 'struck' us. Then I seemed immobilized, unable to move. I got the impression this was also happening to whatever companion had accompanied me from the apartment to the 'porch'. A hand or limb of the strange female/being seemed to go wrap around to contact our lower backs, and I felt something sharpish, perhaps a sharp fignernail, that seemed to be digging in there. My impression is that whatever was 'digging in' was completing the process started by the 'hair'.
I woke just after, the sensation of a painful 'poke' in the lower back persisting for several moments as I came slowly awake. (I'd done a lot of yard work during the day, so I do wonder if I had some little spasm there that crept into my dream and woke me up, lying flat on my back - I am usually a side sleeper.) That dream left me generally displeased, because all I could think was, that was what I got for underestimating the strange 'girl'. I felt irritated with myself for being too busy feeling like a real bad-@ss to pay attention properly and avoid being 'caught' like that. But I also too had the suspicion that the 'girl' was very good at fooling people.
Slightly later, I was looking out the apartment window; I saw some guy outside. He was disruptive or threatening in some way; he may have tried to get in. My remembrance from here on out is less clear, more imnpressions. I recall the door being partly open, and perhaps him trying to get it open, or striking the door. I may have gotten the impression that if not one of those who'd 'bashed' 'Lorne' earlier, he was of a similar ilk.
And when I got out into the hall or porch area (there was someone else with me from the house, but I didn't pay much attention to - her - I think it was), I struck him - he either moved quickly away or reeled away, not a threat for the moment. I turned to look at the other stranger there - an unknown youngish female with shortish hair. Still in fight mode, I asked her who she was. Perhaps due to her having seen me hit the guy, she moved back a few paces, and I acknowledged, grimly, 'Someone who doesn't want to get hit by me.' Seemed to me my 'voice' was crisp and business-like - I was definitely in a no shit-taking mode. I asked her again who she was, and she answered 'Adam'.
Seeing that she was a girl, I recall having that 'Oh, for f*ck's sake' feeling of irritation inside. Wondering if she might be 'simple' or playing games. And wondering if it was a Biblical reference. I stepped even closer to her, though a bit less irritated as she'd at least tried to answer. I may have touched her, like a hand on the shoulder; not sure.
Recall gets less clear again - seemed to me she whipped suddenly long hair from side to side, so that the hair 'struck' us. Then I seemed immobilized, unable to move. I got the impression this was also happening to whatever companion had accompanied me from the apartment to the 'porch'. A hand or limb of the strange female/being seemed to go wrap around to contact our lower backs, and I felt something sharpish, perhaps a sharp fignernail, that seemed to be digging in there. My impression is that whatever was 'digging in' was completing the process started by the 'hair'.
I woke just after, the sensation of a painful 'poke' in the lower back persisting for several moments as I came slowly awake. (I'd done a lot of yard work during the day, so I do wonder if I had some little spasm there that crept into my dream and woke me up, lying flat on my back - I am usually a side sleeper.) That dream left me generally displeased, because all I could think was, that was what I got for underestimating the strange 'girl'. I felt irritated with myself for being too busy feeling like a real bad-@ss to pay attention properly and avoid being 'caught' like that. But I also too had the suspicion that the 'girl' was very good at fooling people.