FryingMan

I mean, I'm sick . Poor sleep. Many potential WILD attempts though through the many wakings.

+ some weird thing about counting my breaths falling into numerical patterns. Then talk changes to a timesharing computer system for 128 users running on a Commodore 64 which got my attention: how can that possibly work? Then I'm sitting at a computer screen like C64 and loading a program. First I type "LOAD <something>" wait for it to finish, then I type "RUN" and the screen switches into graphics mode and two detailed animated grey/black vertical (like seahorses) dragons are swooping back and forth along a platform. Then I start controlling them and they're like demons/balrogs running along a platfomer game. I cause the character to move and run and jump on to the next platform, the game is sort of 2.5D but still retaining 3D qualities. Then there is a fight with a wizard character on the top of the building/platform

awake, doing TDY "Ah" throat visuzliations, and ...

+ ... BANG! There is a loud sound like an explosion and I'm standing next to a building where a bomb has apparently just gone off. I look up and a narrator says you can see it was on the 5th floor because that's there the wall was blown off. Actually it's an exploded view of the building so you can see into all the floors but the 5th / top floor had explosion damage. I'm walking around the side of the building and now I'm standing on a tall/small platform with no railing several floors up and I'm a bit concerned about the unprotected fall, but I'm looking up at the door/balcony of the exploded apartment and I'm making a comment about the guy who's place that is, the door opens onto a very small balcony barely enough room for a chair, the doors and walls are glass [DREAMSIGN]. I'm looking up at the building and down at the fall just one step away, it's a sort of very small open shaft that all the apartment windows open on to. I'm standing just outside an apartment and I get down on my hands and knees and crawl carefully back inside the room so I don't fall. As I'm crossing the threshold back in to the room, I notice that there is a 1-inch gap between the floor of the room and the window/door sill leading out to the terrace, so you can see down to the apartment below. Each apartment has this same gap, and I put my eye to the gap and look all the way down the ground floor through all these gaps. I think that must be terrible for noise insulation, you'd hear everything from your neighbor.

Then my college roommate FG is standing down there one floor below and holding a toy suction cup dart gun up in my face like he's going to shoot it at me and I block it with my hand and we say a few things. I think that loading a suction cup sphere into a wrist rocket would be much more effective than this toy gun/suction cup dart thing.

Wavering half awake/asleep a long time, bad crick in my neck can't get comfortable fully sick, stuffed nose, etc., but suddenly....

+ ... I'm standing in front of a clothes washing machine. I'm apparently trying to calibrate the settings and all the clothes are coming out partially dry and partially wet. I'm doing really small loads and trying to figure out the right settings for the device. I think this is silly and I should just chuck all my clothes in there and do a single large load. I'm fiddling with the controls of the washing machine and finally pull out the circular setting knob to start the cycle. I look to my left and I see my blue jeans spread out on top of something and I notice they're pretty dirty, especially at the knees.