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capri0mniWierd Dreams, and Why I am Glad I'm Not Going to Gally:
As my aide and I drove away from Gallifrey '04, I waved good-bye to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gordon_r_d, still basking in the hugs I had gotten from him,swiftangel, nexstarman, thetag, trinalin, and especially alryssa (ravenevermore is right, Babe -- you could hug for your country). And then, there were the new friends I had made, but didn't get a chance to hug, like frobisher, judiang, ianmcin, samantha2074, whomiga (who was generous with mardi gras beads and Valentine's Day Lollipops) and SupremeDalek. I was all ready making plans for Gally '05 (I had the idea of doing a hat-only costume: a hat in the shape of a pirate ship, with a little toy TARDIS in the crows' nest). I knew alryssa wouldn't be there, and that made me sad, but I was looking forward to seeing all my other friends there, and meeting still other friends from #drwhochat (like lyssie and indefatigible42 for the first time.
Then I learned that Gally '05 was only going to be (officially, at least) 3 days long. As it's a four-day drive out there, that seemed like a kind of a cheat. Then, like the ten little indians dropping out one by one, more and more friends weren't going to be there, until the onlyravenevermore and swiftangel were left, and I was facing the prospect of either tagging along after them for the whole weekend, like some nervous, giggly K-9 (which I doubt they'd appreciate) or hanging out with strangers. I suppose I could have done the latter, and part of me was saying I should, as a character-building exercise. But with every passing day, I was looking forward to Gally more as an obligation, rather than an adventure, so I finally decide that this is ridiculous -- why spend about $5,000 dollars (on gas and lodging, mostly), on something I'm anticipating as if it were a spinal tap? So I go ahead and cancel my room at Airtel.
text="the wierd dream part, cut for length">a few days later (I think, the timing is fuzzy in my mind), I had a dream: I was a univeristy student again, although it was present day, I was in the library, which had skylights and wrought iron sprial staircases, and was all very open and filled with light, and there were people around, doing their own research, when I get the message (over the PA?) that my mother is here to see me (my mother died October 17, 1991) [Edit: I'd originally written 1987, but that's 'cause I'm awkward with numbers... I was 27].
And then my mother is there, in front of me, large as life and smiling. She says she's proud of me, and is happy to see my life turn out the way it has. And then she says she's really looking forward to spending time with me, and that she'd like to go on the Gally trip with my aide and I, but that she won't be able to get to my house to start the trip until 4:30 in the afternoon.
When I get back to the house, I'm all excited, and tell my aide what my mother told me. My aide tells me that we are leaving first thing in the morning, and we cannot wait for my mother, or her (my aide's) system will be ruined, and she can't allow that. It's too bad that I haven't seen my mother in 17 years, and that when she gets here, she will find us gone. It doesn't matter that I can't get in touch with my mother to tell her, either -- she'll just have to entertain herself while we are away... the cats can keep her company. She then says I'd better be packed and dressed and ready to go first thing in the morning, and leaves.
The scene then shifts, and I'm getting dressed, trying to work out in my mind how to put my foot down with my aide, when the taxi arrives to take me to the start of our trip (not sure on the details as to why -- maybe to get money from the bank, first). I'm still naked and I have to answer the door; this really pisses me off. I'm not so much ashamed of my nudity as I am aware that it's illegal here to be nude in public, including opening your own front door... so I'm hoping there aren't any neighbors watching who would report me to the police. Also, it's February, and it's too damn cold to be naked with an open door.
Then, I woke up.
I think my subconscious was just telling me I made the right choice. In any case, I've been much more laid-back and relaxed since I decided not to go. This way, I'm still hanging out with my friends, and that's the whole point anyway.
Next up, on Topic of the Day, by Popular (well, sorta) Demand!
Rant on the Dangers of Christian Theology and coming soon: cuddly animal toys.
As my aide and I drove away from Gallifrey '04, I waved good-bye to
gordon_r_d, still basking in the hugs I had gotten from him,swiftangel, nexstarman, thetag, trinalin, and especially alryssa (ravenevermore is right, Babe -- you could hug for your country). And then, there were the new friends I had made, but didn't get a chance to hug, like frobisher, judiang, ianmcin, samantha2074, whomiga (who was generous with mardi gras beads and Valentine's Day Lollipops) and SupremeDalek. I was all ready making plans for Gally '05 (I had the idea of doing a hat-only costume: a hat in the shape of a pirate ship, with a little toy TARDIS in the crows' nest). I knew alryssa wouldn't be there, and that made me sad, but I was looking forward to seeing all my other friends there, and meeting still other friends from #drwhochat (like lyssie and indefatigible42 for the first time.Then I learned that Gally '05 was only going to be (officially, at least) 3 days long. As it's a four-day drive out there, that seemed like a kind of a cheat. Then, like the ten little indians dropping out one by one, more and more friends weren't going to be there, until the only
ravenevermore and swiftangel were left, and I was facing the prospect of either tagging along after them for the whole weekend, like some nervous, giggly K-9 (which I doubt they'd appreciate) or hanging out with strangers. I suppose I could have done the latter, and part of me was saying I should, as a character-building exercise. But with every passing day, I was looking forward to Gally more as an obligation, rather than an adventure, so I finally decide that this is ridiculous -- why spend about $5,000 dollars (on gas and lodging, mostly), on something I'm anticipating as if it were a spinal tap? So I go ahead and cancel my room at Airtel.text="the wierd dream part, cut for length">a few days later (I think, the timing is fuzzy in my mind), I had a dream: I was a univeristy student again, although it was present day, I was in the library, which had skylights and wrought iron sprial staircases, and was all very open and filled with light, and there were people around, doing their own research, when I get the message (over the PA?) that my mother is here to see me (my mother died October 17, 1991) [Edit: I'd originally written 1987, but that's 'cause I'm awkward with numbers... I was 27].
And then my mother is there, in front of me, large as life and smiling. She says she's proud of me, and is happy to see my life turn out the way it has. And then she says she's really looking forward to spending time with me, and that she'd like to go on the Gally trip with my aide and I, but that she won't be able to get to my house to start the trip until 4:30 in the afternoon.
When I get back to the house, I'm all excited, and tell my aide what my mother told me. My aide tells me that we are leaving first thing in the morning, and we cannot wait for my mother, or her (my aide's) system will be ruined, and she can't allow that. It's too bad that I haven't seen my mother in 17 years, and that when she gets here, she will find us gone. It doesn't matter that I can't get in touch with my mother to tell her, either -- she'll just have to entertain herself while we are away... the cats can keep her company. She then says I'd better be packed and dressed and ready to go first thing in the morning, and leaves.
The scene then shifts, and I'm getting dressed, trying to work out in my mind how to put my foot down with my aide, when the taxi arrives to take me to the start of our trip (not sure on the details as to why -- maybe to get money from the bank, first). I'm still naked and I have to answer the door; this really pisses me off. I'm not so much ashamed of my nudity as I am aware that it's illegal here to be nude in public, including opening your own front door... so I'm hoping there aren't any neighbors watching who would report me to the police. Also, it's February, and it's too damn cold to be naked with an open door.
Then, I woke up.
I think my subconscious was just telling me I made the right choice. In any case, I've been much more laid-back and relaxed since I decided not to go. This way, I'm still hanging out with my friends, and that's the whole point anyway.
Next up, on Topic of the Day, by Popular (well, sorta) Demand!
Rant on the Dangers of Christian Theology and coming soon: cuddly animal toys.
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Date: 2005-02-19 08:40 pm (UTC)Keep trying to think of somehting to say in reply to htis, but when I hit the reply button I just can't think of anything.
*hands over jaffa cakes*
*takes Jaffa cakes
Date: 2005-02-19 09:33 pm (UTC)The moral of the story is either one of two things (or perhaps both): First, that friends are the most important part of fandom, and second, that it's just as important to enjoy the journey as it is to enjoy the destination.
Oh, and there's a third possibility, too: that it's time I got on the stick about organizing a CapriCon. ;-)
Thank you for being one of the best friends that made 5 days of listening to Rush Limbaugh on the car radio worth it...
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Date: 2005-02-22 02:53 am (UTC)And while I'm glad that you're comfotable with not going, I would have liked to have seen you at Gally. I went for the first time this year and had a wonderful time. Looking forward to doing it again!
Maybe next time...
Date: 2005-02-22 04:35 pm (UTC)I have cerebral palsy and don't drive; I rely a motorized wheelchair to maintain my independence, and I do not trust that chair to airlines, especially in this new age of Homeland Security. So driving across country from Virginia to California is the only way I'd arrive at Gally. I also got a bad case of the flu in the middle of January, and the thought of preparing for the trip was just damned exhausting
My ideal solution would be to find someone (or two) who is willing and able do do the driving on that kind of road trip with me who is also a Doctor Who fan, and that way, the whole two-week trip would be more of a DW party (my aide had no interest in DW at all... I think she kind of looked down her nose at it as childish).
Sadly, that kind of ideal doesn't present itself very often.