Inception

Ideas are like viruses.  Once the seed is planted in your head, it can grow into dreams, action, and reality.  The good virus.

I woke up warm and cozy in the Phoenix with the twilight peeking through a forest of fauna.  I wasn't even wearing socks or pants for that matter.  I got to air out the little red bumps that have developed from constantly wearing long johns.  Brad used to get those pimplies from sweating in his Dickie's shorts when he delivered packages for FedEx.  In my dreams, I got a multi-media text message from the Whiplashes Roller Derby team.  Lots of pink and purple and exclamation points!  Lots of pretty faces popping in, introducing themselves by their pseudonyms, and enthusiastically inviting me to join them!  I went back to sleep, feeling like I should at least wait until my hosts woke up so I could say a proper good day before heading home to the HIVE to prepare for my good day.  I didn't want to feel like a bad one-night stand.  I hugged my host with an "I love you" because I was told that instead of saying "sorry" or "thank you", they are saying "i love you".  They said I say "thank you" a lot.  Their theory: culture is bad.

Headed to the HIVE and passed by the G2 and Mike's truck.  Wondered if he wondered what my car was doing at the Phoenix this AM.  Oh, the close relationships I form both at the Ed Fac and the HIVE.  My adopted family.  Made eggs and oatmeal at the HIVE.  Changed into something suitable for voice lesson, roller derby, bank, and human services: black Under Armor tights under black fleece pants; argyle short sleeve sweater shirt under army green, button-up, quarter-sleeved, collared dress under black fleece free box jacket under loaner white snow jacket; hand-knit, wool, Nepalese beanie; black furry scarf; SmartWool calf-high socks under Columbia boots; wool, fingerless gloves hand-knit by the indigenous peoples of...wherever.  In the car ride to Blueberry Hill I called Amy to tell her I have not yet returned her screwdriver. She responded by asking if I could be on-call tomorrow since Irma may have to cover Tanya who's on-call for jury duty for the next 6 months.  Joseph the Skywatcher announced that I would have a fun day, Scorpio would have a creative day, and Pisces, believe it or not, your dreams are coming true.  Capricorn would be in her element with Mercury in her stars.

First 10 AM voice lesson consisted of two friendly dogs, one friendly mom, and one friendly musician.  Rolling of lips, vocalizations, vowels (A E Ah Oh Ooo), and Italian art song.  Also, I scored a white fuzzy scarf because the Stray Hearts, barely-saved-from-being-put-down puppy chewed up the end of the black fuzzy scarf which was also a gift.  Gifts.

Then off to the bank by the backroads.  The account I opened nearly 8 months ago is nearing completion of process.  I showed lovely Nancy my new and temporary NM driver's license so we could finally order my debit card so I can finally pay my bills online and get direct deposit.  Better budgeting underway.

Then off to the gym behind Our Lady of Guadalupe Church for my first roller derby practice.  Just so happens there were some my-sized Skecher's loaner skates and plenty of pads to choose from.  I learned about good skates and wheels to start with, Sin City Skates, bearings, tools, mouth guards, and pads.  Emma taught me and her 11 yr-old daughter how to 8-wheel skate, cross-over, drunken walk, the skater's position, toe walking, and how to skate the diamond.  I was taught various stops like the snow plow, T-stop, knee-drop, rock star, 4-point drop, and suicide.  We did group exercises with the rest of the girls like tight formation skating and weaving through the line.  I was told I was a natural and that they are excited to have me.  My knees smell and I am sore.  I feel vital and alive.

Then off to Raw To Go for a 2:30 lunch.  Tammer wasn't there as usual.  Two hippie-dippie nomads are running the place for the month, and I mean that in the most tender way possible.  They are experimenting with intuitive pricing and serving whatever they feel like because the posted menus were not actually current.  My number was $5 and hers was $17.  We agreed on $10.  I gorged on Asian veggie wraps, raw pizza on dehydrated veggie crust, sauerkraut, and a fruit smoothie.  We talked Taos Mountain's intensity, spiritual growth and intuition, her low energy levels and my concern about student loans/food stamps/roller derby gear, and the I-Ching and Tarot.  I pulled "Enthusiasm" and "Gratitude", respectively.  I am naturally rallying helpers who accentuate my natural power.  Do not fear an argument.  Success for great numbers.  I am filled with Thankfulness.  Then I had chocolate pecan cake with chocolate chip ice cream and tipped them $10.

Off to Human Services to turn in my food stamps application.  Come back before 4pm tomorrow they said.  To the post office to check if my health insurance card is in the mail.  Only credit card advertisements.

Then the beautiful drive home--mountains, sunset, artificial chemical clouds, Rio Grande Gorge, Greater World Community, home.  Kris was screwing together battery boxes.  The Decemberists have a new album out.  Woah.  Commercialized, but still...good?  A little guitar playing.  Then Kris made gluten-free Quinoa pasta with sausage pasta sauce and vegetarian, Earthship tomato sauce, and I made Earthship salad for 12.  I got an apology via phone message.  Irma apologizes for accusing me of throwing random stuff in the planters.  I replied via e-mail that I appreciated her e-mail and that I have not been throwing random things in the planter.  I also said I would appreciate if she told our coworkers the truth of the matter, in the case she accused me to them.  Then Kris and I watched Inception and talked about our Earthship dreams and our Journey and first months here.

Powerful stuff.  The stuff of dreams.

Here we are.

And off we go.