Back-asswards
Apr. 24th, 2006 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transomwhiplassSo, you know those really realistic dreams where sometimes just mundane shit happens and sometime later it feels like it actually happened and practically registers as a memory? I get those in class sometimes... like I dream I'm paying attention. oops. Well that happened today, but it was preceded by the total opposite experience earlier that evening/morning. I'll put it behind a cut for those who have heard it (possibly multiple times) - I know how much I hate hearing the same story twice, especially in one day.
Yes, my friends, I was rudely awakened last night at 4:30 by the most bizarre experience that I practically feel like I hallucinated it.
As I mentioned, I had gone to sleep at 4 AM after some intense work on my latest project. I was extremely tired and my body had wanted to go to bed since 8 PM (well 8 AM, more accurately, when I woke up Sunday morning - the slightest bit hung-over and then stuck in a car for several hours). oops. Anyway, so I was very asleep in a "bombs won't disturb me" sort of sleep.
I did wake up though. I remember squinting and just barely making out my clock. I'd been asleep for half an hour. I didn't know why I woke up though. I was in a pretty intense REM cycle having some vivid dreams I now don't remember. I thought maybe something from the dream disturbed me enough to jar me awake. Then I realized that I there was lots of movement outside my door. Annie and Lindsey weren't there the entire evening. I heard voices, one sounded female and the other one I couldn't make out. In my fogginess I thought maybe I was hearing voices from outside the house, but I eventually realized it was definitely coming from outside the door. Suddenly, I heard a door handle jiggling. I thought *maybe* (remember the brain being fuzz-tastic) that Annie brought someone over and was having lots of trouble opening her door. After about 20 seconds, it became clear that.. no, that was not Annie's doorknob. It was my doorknob. What was not clear was who the fuck was trying to break into my bedroom at 4:30 (I lock my bedroom door when no one is home). Then, logically, I wondered why one of my roommates wanted to get into my room (had they knocked and I not heard it.. was there some kind of emergency??). My brain was processing way too slow, I could practically feel the wheels creaking. Suddenly, everything snapped together: no, it was not my roommates. They would have continuously knocked were it an emergency and I would have heard them saying my name through the door. Whoever was on the other side of my door, I did not know them and I did not want them in my room. Thank god I locked my door. Please god, let that lock hold. Wait, oh shit.. what if they get it open.. is there a psycho in the house? OMG.. WHY AM I JUST SITTING HERE... SOMEONE IS BREAKING INTO MY ROOM AT 4:30 AM.. but who would break in, this is too surreal to be actually happening... but it is, I think, why am I not reacting? ::click:: ::door open:: ::light switch flicked::
(I'm not able to see, I realized I don't know where my glasses are.. nor do I care, there is a stranger at the threshold). I stammer "hello" and I can make out the outline of a short woman with a pony tail (most likely not a rapist.. I think). "Eugene Police Department" she replies. I manage to muster an "oh my god, what happened?" (expecting there to be a dead body outside or something). Then she told me that our front door was open and a neighbor called in worried that there had been a burglary. I began to understand and very incoherently began an attempt to explain that sometimes the door blows open if it's not bolted and I thought I locked it, but I hadn't noticed because I'd been in all evening and wasn't the last person to leave. I was glad they had come over because I didn't want the door to be open all night, I wonder when it actually opened, and I'm sorry that they had to come out for such a silly thing. No, my roommates hadn't been home all evening so not to worry about them. This came out probably something like: "omigosh... door.. blows because of wind.. not locked? sorry.. thank you.. omigosh.. no.. gone.. me alone thank you. how scary. sorry I'm so confused. thank you goodbye." She asked if it was possible for them to lock me in and I said yes, the bottom lock was functional from the inside and they left. I went downstairs to bolt it and then went up and fell asleep.
So while this should have been mildly traumatizing. It could have been totally worse and it's really just amusing. I mean: it was a woman's voice (if it had been a man, I probably would have started screaming at the top of my lungs), I was so tired that I really wasn't that phased and the adrenaline didn't really effect my sleep, it was the police department not a psycho (and hey, they were doing their jobs!), I have concerned neighbors, nothing really bad came of it except for some mild to moderate embarrassment for the copy seeing the disastrous state of my room, not being able to hear them announce themselves at the door and just generally acting totally weird (though I was completely justified in this).
Anyway, like I said.. it's kept me amused all day (if not a little tired).
It was crazy-beautiful outside and I got to wear my new pants today. Demetrius didn't really like my project too much. Eh, I would usually flip my shit but I liked it so I didn't respond to criticism like I probably should have (I got a bit defensive, which while not a great thing was at least nice because I had enough pride in the work to defend it). The other Sarah got into a tisy after review and kept hating on her project and it made me way more self-conscious than I had been (she seemed fine with it until the profs. gave her some criticism). So yeah... I don't know. Everyone else had these tacky, photoshop massacres and if mine looked a little "flat and papery" without stupid superimposed textures to where it lacked in the "evocative" category.. I'm fine with that. If they want "faux"to-realistic rendering, then we should have been using 3-d modeling software. My media and "look," if you will, reflected the medium and conveyed what I felt was critical to the project (without that awful amateur feel to it). I'd rather stick to my simple design principles instead of going for flashy, illogical design decisions. Funny that they would encourage that shit all of the sudden...
Ah well. I have to rework some kinks (the color got a little hosed up in the print process) and do an alternate color scheme so I can turn it in for media. Sweet. Nothing like Kinko's in the morning, especially now 1/5 of the arch. students have now discovered that it buys them a few more hours of slacking. Good times.
Yes, my friends, I was rudely awakened last night at 4:30 by the most bizarre experience that I practically feel like I hallucinated it.
As I mentioned, I had gone to sleep at 4 AM after some intense work on my latest project. I was extremely tired and my body had wanted to go to bed since 8 PM (well 8 AM, more accurately, when I woke up Sunday morning - the slightest bit hung-over and then stuck in a car for several hours). oops. Anyway, so I was very asleep in a "bombs won't disturb me" sort of sleep.
I did wake up though. I remember squinting and just barely making out my clock. I'd been asleep for half an hour. I didn't know why I woke up though. I was in a pretty intense REM cycle having some vivid dreams I now don't remember. I thought maybe something from the dream disturbed me enough to jar me awake. Then I realized that I there was lots of movement outside my door. Annie and Lindsey weren't there the entire evening. I heard voices, one sounded female and the other one I couldn't make out. In my fogginess I thought maybe I was hearing voices from outside the house, but I eventually realized it was definitely coming from outside the door. Suddenly, I heard a door handle jiggling. I thought *maybe* (remember the brain being fuzz-tastic) that Annie brought someone over and was having lots of trouble opening her door. After about 20 seconds, it became clear that.. no, that was not Annie's doorknob. It was my doorknob. What was not clear was who the fuck was trying to break into my bedroom at 4:30 (I lock my bedroom door when no one is home). Then, logically, I wondered why one of my roommates wanted to get into my room (had they knocked and I not heard it.. was there some kind of emergency??). My brain was processing way too slow, I could practically feel the wheels creaking. Suddenly, everything snapped together: no, it was not my roommates. They would have continuously knocked were it an emergency and I would have heard them saying my name through the door. Whoever was on the other side of my door, I did not know them and I did not want them in my room. Thank god I locked my door. Please god, let that lock hold. Wait, oh shit.. what if they get it open.. is there a psycho in the house? OMG.. WHY AM I JUST SITTING HERE... SOMEONE IS BREAKING INTO MY ROOM AT 4:30 AM.. but who would break in, this is too surreal to be actually happening... but it is, I think, why am I not reacting? ::click:: ::door open:: ::light switch flicked::
(I'm not able to see, I realized I don't know where my glasses are.. nor do I care, there is a stranger at the threshold). I stammer "hello" and I can make out the outline of a short woman with a pony tail (most likely not a rapist.. I think). "Eugene Police Department" she replies. I manage to muster an "oh my god, what happened?" (expecting there to be a dead body outside or something). Then she told me that our front door was open and a neighbor called in worried that there had been a burglary. I began to understand and very incoherently began an attempt to explain that sometimes the door blows open if it's not bolted and I thought I locked it, but I hadn't noticed because I'd been in all evening and wasn't the last person to leave. I was glad they had come over because I didn't want the door to be open all night, I wonder when it actually opened, and I'm sorry that they had to come out for such a silly thing. No, my roommates hadn't been home all evening so not to worry about them. This came out probably something like: "omigosh... door.. blows because of wind.. not locked? sorry.. thank you.. omigosh.. no.. gone.. me alone thank you. how scary. sorry I'm so confused. thank you goodbye." She asked if it was possible for them to lock me in and I said yes, the bottom lock was functional from the inside and they left. I went downstairs to bolt it and then went up and fell asleep.
So while this should have been mildly traumatizing. It could have been totally worse and it's really just amusing. I mean: it was a woman's voice (if it had been a man, I probably would have started screaming at the top of my lungs), I was so tired that I really wasn't that phased and the adrenaline didn't really effect my sleep, it was the police department not a psycho (and hey, they were doing their jobs!), I have concerned neighbors, nothing really bad came of it except for some mild to moderate embarrassment for the copy seeing the disastrous state of my room, not being able to hear them announce themselves at the door and just generally acting totally weird (though I was completely justified in this).
Anyway, like I said.. it's kept me amused all day (if not a little tired).
It was crazy-beautiful outside and I got to wear my new pants today. Demetrius didn't really like my project too much. Eh, I would usually flip my shit but I liked it so I didn't respond to criticism like I probably should have (I got a bit defensive, which while not a great thing was at least nice because I had enough pride in the work to defend it). The other Sarah got into a tisy after review and kept hating on her project and it made me way more self-conscious than I had been (she seemed fine with it until the profs. gave her some criticism). So yeah... I don't know. Everyone else had these tacky, photoshop massacres and if mine looked a little "flat and papery" without stupid superimposed textures to where it lacked in the "evocative" category.. I'm fine with that. If they want "faux"to-realistic rendering, then we should have been using 3-d modeling software. My media and "look," if you will, reflected the medium and conveyed what I felt was critical to the project (without that awful amateur feel to it). I'd rather stick to my simple design principles instead of going for flashy, illogical design decisions. Funny that they would encourage that shit all of the sudden...
Ah well. I have to rework some kinks (the color got a little hosed up in the print process) and do an alternate color scheme so I can turn it in for media. Sweet. Nothing like Kinko's in the morning, especially now 1/5 of the arch. students have now discovered that it buys them a few more hours of slacking. Good times.
