The Dino-Aspie Ex-Café (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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No not really, just checking other spots on the site. Tried my hand at video editing tonight, didn't get very far. Been listening to taped music, seem to have stopped listening to the same song over and over. That's a good thing, been about 4 days or so. Should stop smoking, but don't think I will right now. Anything hit your fancy?

OK. So I haven't woken up with such a long, complex dream still in my head for a long while.

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I went for a drink with a friend (I don't know whom), down in Port Isaac. We walked over to the Port Gaverne Hotel, but there was something peculiar going on there - a party, or some such.

We got two pints of beer, and went outside, to the edge of a field.

There were two guys practising cricket. I didn't know them. One bowled the ball at the other, who batted it in my direction. I caught it and tossed it back. This happened a couple more times, with me unerringly catching the ball, even the last time, when it was flying fast, directly at my face. We all got together, and there was a discussion about my one-handed catching prowess.

The batsman (Bob), invited me to join the local cricket team. I declined, as I didn't live nearby, any more, and I was already playing for another team, at home.

I had to go back in to the hotel get another two pints of beer, even though I had drunk hardly any of my first one. I left my (almost full) pint with my friend for a moment. (We were both back inside, on the first floor of the hotel, with no particular transition.)

The peculiar function going on in the hotel seemed to mean that I had to order my beer from a girl sitting behind a small bar upstairs (I've never been upstairs in this place before. I've spent a lot of time downstairs, in the bar.). I said I wanted two pints of beer, and asked what beers they had on. She pulled out a flagon from below the bar, looked at it, and said that she thought it was "Norwegian Blue" Parrot ale. I asked what the price was, and she said "About £1.55". I said that I'd have two pints, and was a bit confused when she wrote me out a ticket.

I spent a lot of time (as I often do) fiddling with my change, to sort out the coins which best totalled to £1.55, using up as much of my loose change as possible.

After a bit, I went back to the girl, but my beer still hadn't "arrived". I asked how long it would be, and she answered "Oh. Another couple of minutes".

I went back (across the room?) to my friend, to have a drink, only to discover that he had not been properly looking after my nearly full first glass of beer. When I asked where it had gone, he told me that the other cricketer (not Bob) had been drinking it, and handed me a glass with a just a small amount remaining. "No matter", I thought, as I was driving my car later. I was a little annoying though.

I went back with my ticket to the girl, and she now told me it was actually £1.54 for the beer (which was still not ready). I had to rearrange my change to match the new price, which I rushed. I handed it over, She said she had seen me talking to Bob and (the other one) and asked if I knew them. I explained how Bob had just invited me to join the cricket team (I think to impress her).

I think I then finally got the beer, which was nice, but I had no idea why it had taken so song.

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I gradually woke up, with a whole slew of questions on my mind, about the whole incident. "How could two pints of beer cost an odd total amount?". "How was the beer so cheap?" (These days, £2.00 a pint would be cheap, £1.55 for two pints is ridiculously cheap.) "Where did I get my sudden interest in, and skill at, cricket?" (I hate to watch it, but I did enjoy a short game, about 8 years ago, at which I DID field (not catch) a ball and then stump the batsman out.)

Lau wrote:

Good morning, Godwit! Once again I'm touched by your words.

Postie, Darn right I did it, and I'm going to do it again!

PostPaleo wrote:

This may help with the mushrooms:

poisonous wild mushrooms

I had a disturbing dream about a week ago, following a harrowing episode that I think was a panic attack that lasted most of the night and devolved into a hideous 3 day journey into the depths of depression. This followed my Charlie Chan post, don't know if was related.

I noticed my hair was falling out. Big loose chunks of it which I removed and threw on the floor until there were no more. I still had hair on my head but it was sparse with spots of bare scalp. My sister in law appeared in my dream (I have no relationship with this woman or my brother to whom she is married.} Any way, my sister in law said she knew why my hair was falling out, it was due to Necromancy. I said "oh, I thought maybe I had some kind of cancer, maybe lung cancer. Next the scene changed and I was in a huge lobby of some sort, almost like a mall with many large wide glass doors at the entrance. A nun in the long black garb walked in through the doors into the lobby. She looked kind and approachable, She was large, plump and buxom. I went over to her, looked up into her face and said "I have necromancy. Does this mean I'm possessed? She put her arm around me and pulled me close to her. It was comforting and I felt better and that she was going to protect me, help me, exorcise me.

I woke up with the thought that I had been possessed by the computer and that the computer was the anti-christ. Hence, my absence for a while. I have been mentally and physically wobbly for the past week. I'm no longer in the putrid dungeon of despair, but I may be fooling myself, and may be on the outer edge of the inferno.

Always like to provide a little balance to the comedy of the cafe.