No kidding. Our house is so cold in the daytime, apparently, that the half gallon of milk we stuck in the back of the fridge froze all the way through, which my youngest sister discovered yesterday. So it's spent a lot of time out on the kitchen counter. Still isn't thawed. =P
Yesterday was another great movie day on [amc]. Pitch Black (one of my personal favorites; great plot, great musical score) followed by Terminator 2 made for a nice, relaxing evening. And to top it off, my father had never seen Pitch Black before, so that was nice for me.
And then I had several really odd dreams last night. Yes, dreams. That's bizarre enough in itself.
The first one kind of ran like one of those TV drug ads, following various families as they did various happy things, with me acting as the camera. It culminated most unexpectedly when I was following a family on vacation. They were staying at a hotel along the way (like a Days Inn or sommat), and the father left the room with his toddler son to get some ice from the ice machine down the balcony-hallway-thing, and while they were on their way a truck suddenly drives into the guard rail of the floor below and its driver is catapulted through the windshield and hit the ground with a splat.
Splat. With the appropriate mess.
Like, I watched a random dude commit suicide in my freaking dream, with no context, no warning, nothing.
The second one was trippy, but all I remember about it is me thinking "daggum, this is trippy". So there you go. Trippy.
Third one was also bizarre in the sense that while it was kind of a children's novel-esque adventure-in-the-unexplored-garden-that-wasn't-ever-interesting-before type things, it was during this time that something in my head informed me that my greatest weapons were in my mind, and my grasp of how to subtly control the people around me through illusion, inspiration, and domination (exact words I heard, I kid you not) would see me through anything I encountered.
I therefore concluded that my subconscious was getting aggravated at not playing Guild Wars, so I took it upon myself to shift the dream's setting and core principles, and my brain retaliated by making me forget everything after that decision while I was in the shower this morning. So that has left me feeling a bit weird about the whole thing.
For those uninitiated, the three categories of magic ascribed to the Mesmer class are Illusion, Domination, and Inspiration. =/
One to three inches of snow was forecast for our region tomorrow. I will be surprised if the prediction is true.
