I'm Not That Lucky in Book Seven: Reconstruction 2020

I’ve not been dreaming the way I normally do. Apparently, this is fairly common in the Time of COVID. But whereas my dreams are normally deeply narrative or, as has been the case during the Pandemic, deeply disturbing… last night’s was neither. And it was beautiful, brilliant, amazing, wonderful and… pedestrian while being enviable.

You see, I had met someone. We got along, we enjoyed each other’s company, she was beautiful. We wanted to spend all of our time together. But whereas I am 5‘7, she was between 5‘10 and 6‘3. And suddenly, we both just… talked about it. How we both wanted to be together and we’d figure everything else out. And then she bent to kiss me and… we got REALLY into it. Then lay down on a bed, and I went to do more than kissing and she stopped me. She said that she wanted to lay in the bed so that neither of us bent down, or looked up, or adjusted .... we could just be eye to eye comfortably making out. And we kept kissing a bunch. And it was awesome.

And that was the dream. Just… CK making out with an attractive taller woman. And as nice as it was… when I woke up… I was definitely bothered. Because I’m not that lucky. ESPECIALLY in the time of COVID. And that isn’t just me being down on myself. That’s me being open and honest with my experiences to now. So, SURE… I mean… I am absolutely willing and presently hoping that such a dream could ever potentially become my reality!! Just assume I’m presently and always on the lookout for how to make that happen! But… it definitely isn’t something that triggers my “hope” mechanism. “Oh God no, I never hope. Hope is pouting in advance. Hope is faith’s richer, bitchier sister. Hope is the deformed addict bound incest monster offspring of entitlement and fear.” -Frankie Dart (Paget Brewester) Community.

Other than that… today is a weird day, y’all. Nothing on schedule except an Online Juvenile Court Learning. But all these fires going because shit is crazy around here. It’s… odd. And as for the weekend? I don’t even know, man! I don’t know if I have a Roll20 game tonight or not. I don’t know how successful I’ll be in attempting to recover my SWTOR account since it is a required By Phone Only Support desk (thanks, EA). I don’t know if/when I’ll be playing DDO with Remus this weekend. I don’t know if/when I’ll be getting drunk with Victoria. It’s just… everything is a giant question mark right now. As as a very RIDDLER like person… the funny thing is, I’m not a fan. And that IS in keeping with Riddler. He may be known for question marks and the like but that wasn’t because he was obsessed with the bloody shape. He was a guy who HAD to know things… best way to know things is to ask questions. Best way to prove your intelligence is to point out how much more you know than others by asking questions. NOT knowing something would drive Nygma insane. SEE ALSO: The ending of RIDDLER’S REFORM.

So, that’s actually kind of bugging me right now. NOT knowing what’s happening and what isn’t. Other than that? Things are… well, things are as they are. Not much more to it than that these days.