Our dive class made a surface interval time of an hour and a half to let our bodies release some of the excess nitrogen, and then went back again. Again....words just fail to describe the feeling...the standard cliche "it's a whole new world" blah blah blah...just doesn't work. There's something about being down there. It's different than rock climbing. In rock climbing, the outisde world dissapears and all that is left is that next hold, the next bolt to clip into. In SCUBA...the surface world dissapears and all that is left...is this ENTIRE other realm. The effect is roughly equivalent but there is just so much MORE. I felt so completely free.

I got home around 1600 or so, showered, rinsed my gear off (i got my own wetsuit and fins thursday as well) and headed straight to the shoppette for beer, ice cream and a movie, _Wonder Boys_. Well...between the beer and the diving I didn't make it too far into the movie...eventually turning it off and crashing into bed.

I dreamed about being back home in California, on my upcoming trip. It was the Sunday after arriving and I had gone out diving. When I got back to my parents place, my DAT deck (and that it was there is a little strange) had been tampered with and I found out that there was a BOMB inside it!!! I did my best to disarm it, worried all the time about the bomb going off on me and destroying my parents house...

I'm not clear on whether I met them out on SCUBA on where...but I had a few seedy friends whom I called immediately (or they just showed up...i dunno--you know how dreams go sometimes) When I went to show them the deck, i realized the bomb was gone "He switched out the decks" I said, confident that was the case because I noticed certain scratches were missing. That meant whoever planted the bomb was still around. Sure enough, he was under the bed and my cohorts dragged him out...proceeding to stomp on his throat and suffocate him. "Put a boot in his larynx" they told me and I did...albeit briefly "it's squishy" I said and withdrew my foot. I remember thinking it might be the FBI or something...he had this really ratty T shirt on and I could have sworn it said something about the FBI...but I can't recall and it changed too.

Once the man died we discovered a bubble mailer full of other mailers, some sealed, some used, and a few normal envelopes as well. We also found the other deck that had been tampered with underneath the bed. I told my friends I couldn't deal with "this" any more and they just said OK and left...leaving the mailer and the DAT deck. I look in the mailer and all the envelopes hoping to find a wad of money...and woke up.

strange.

Having a bit of a problem online with a particular Peal Jam fan as of late. It's nothing new...I have always had problems with this person...just as most of my pearl jam fan friends have had problems with her. Normally I keep it to myself, not wanting to start a big thing about whatever stupid little thing it happens to be at the moment. This time though...I just gave up. Exchanged a few emails and I just flat out suggested she should look into counseling for her "people person" skills. As should have been expected she flipped out accusing me of being a pyscho and the one in need of counseling, etc. etc. She actually accused me of harassment! I suppose people can't handle input like that...epspecially from people they don't know IRL too well. Oh well. All I was doing was trying to understand her and to offer some help. I wasn't trying to rile her feathers at that point. it's all just very frustrating. Why should it bother me so much? Well...she happens to be a good friend of Jen, and our exchange makes her uncomfortable.
She banned me from a Pearl Jam bulletin board that she moderates and that I've been frequenting lately...which is a sort of shame because I was just starting to get back into the Pearl Jam online fan base. In fact, I suppose it is downright annoying. Oh well...guess I'll just have to suck it up and drive on.

In about five hours the normal onsale begins for the groundworks benefit in seattle. I'm not making a huge effort to get any better tickets...but if I find myself awake I'll log on from here (not going into the office) and see what happens. I'm really not strung out at ALL about getting better seats.

Tomorrow we dive again! 

current mood:  peaceful
current music: Pearl Jam 08.06.00 
 
 

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