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Fermius Firefly

A Dream Log, whenever I remember the dreams I've had.

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Location: San Marcos, United States

Fermius is a pen name drawn from a series of short fiction I wrote when I published the small press magazine Stellanova (on paper.) I play RPG games to escape from my daily grind as a technology wage slave for the state of California. I eat out a lot in order to do my part in supporting our increasingly service level economy. I am butler to 2 feline masters. If you ask them they will tell you I'm not very good at it, late with dinner, don't have enough hands with brushes in them, and sometimes I even lock them out of their office.

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Server Error

Every so often, work intrudes into dreamland. This morning, I was dreaming along, something about running an online RPG with several friends, when suddenly the server went down and we were all disconnected. Not a big deal for the few of us that were at the house, but for the three people who were connected online, a problem.

I called up the company, and the dream froze, with a message that the server was offline. Yep. I woke up and called the company to see what the estimate on the dream outage was, or if it was just my brain.

As I was waiting, listening to the hold music, I noticed that the hold music was looping. I started up the task manager. (I didn't even know I had one.) Sure enough, the customer service application was not responding.) I tried to end the task but there was a message that I was disconnecting from the server, and should try again later.

I woke up, bringing up my task manager, thinking I could shut off the program "Excessive heat and Humidity.exe" but no luck. It was apparently a locked system task  Suddenly everything froze. "Unauthorized access. Process terminated in an unusual manner. Do you want to send a report?"

As I was reaching to click the "yes" button I woke up.

This time it was real, it just felt different somehow. Miranda was coughing up a hairball at the foot of the bed. She jumped down the moment I sat up, and fell into the pool.

I realized I don't have a pool at the foot of my bed.

Communication was restored and my gamers called me back into the front room and we started playing again.

I'm pretty sure I didn't actually wake up during any of that.

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Monday, August 26, 2013

Yeah, Not Getting That.

I had a brace of little dreams, each more frustrating than the last, where I did not get what I wanted. One involved N, and the part of me that was slightly awake kept asking "what the hell are you doing?" All the while I was trying to convince her that I was taking care of my mental health issues now, so it would be better. (Which is a complete fabrication, if anything I am worse than I was, not better. At least I understand there is a problem, now.)

In another dream I can't catch the rats in my attic. They evade the traps and no longer run out of the rafters, so I can't even seal the place up again. I am going to have to bring in a professional. (This dream is certainly turning prophetic. As I type this I can hear them above my head, skittering about.) Whatever is in the attic this time has dug in deep and gone into parts of the attic that I cannot reach. I can tell that I'm going to have to strip out most of the insulation just to find the little monsters. In the dream, I keep snagging myself against the roofing nails in the outermost layer, and by the time the dream is done, I am soaked in my own blood and barely able to see or breath.

In another dream I am watching a smallish woman trying desperately to keep her job all while being told that she simply isn't big enough to drive the new forklift (and she isn't, she looks like a seven year old behind the wheel.) The frustration is that she's certain the company deliberately purchased the largest forklifts they could find, just to get rid of her. I am looking at the piles of parts and bins on pallets and can't help but think that the forklift she drives really isn't big enough for the jobs in this warehouse. I tried to find out if there was another warehouse, closer to their terminal distribution centers, where the loads would, by necessity, be smaller. There were. She would have nothing to do with them, as they were too far from her home. I could see the frustration on both sides of this one, but knew how it must end, as the company had pretty much all the power.

After I woke from this one, I wondered why I hadn't offered up the idea of a booster seat and blocks on the pedals.

In the last dream I was dealing with deferred maintenance. The hot tub smelled like a marshy jungle, and everyone seemed to want me to clean it up and repair it so they could come over and use it. No one wanted to help with that chore, though. I didn't so much mind the cleaning, but the repairs were going to be as much as a new tub, and the operation costs, ugh. I still couldn't afford the thousand dollars a year it cost to operate, I'd be running in the red again. People were even trying to argue that it would be worth it just because it would "improve your love life."

Yeah. Not getting that.

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Monday, August 05, 2013

Normal Day?

Dreamed a complete rewind of the previous day, and the night. Instead of setting the glass top tables up on their bases, I put the glass over the top of two of the cat pans.




I have no idea why. The cats were quite annoyed with me about it. Justifiably so, I suppose. There were still five of the seven litter pans usable, so I’m not sure what they were all that upset about the change. I must have accidently chosen their favorites. Everything else about the dream replay was pretty much the same. Conversation and walk with SCV, making lunch and dinner, Futurama, South Park, playing WoW and Defiance a couple of hours each. All the same as far as I could tell. Even dreamed that the alarm went off about twenty minutes before it did, and then I just shut it off.


Fortunately, I had knocked the clock back behind the tissue box, rather than really shut it off. So when it went off for real I was able to actually wake up and make it to work on time. And I had to get up, as I couldn’t find the clock to shut the noise off.


Two opossum free nights in a row now. I guess we’ll be good until it gets hot again.