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cblj_backupTODAY WAS A BUSY DAY. Aside from the hilarious drama I'm about to chronicle below, I had a full day of work and then ran home to take the JEOPARDY ENTRANCE EXAM. Fifty questions, fifteen seconds to answer each, and I probably got 45 right. Took me eight minutes. :D
Apparently if I a) passed the test and b) get randomly selected from the applicant pool, I have the chance to audition for a spot, which they will contact me about "sometime in the coming year". They do a PERSONALITY INTERVIEW. I may be doomed.
Also, there's this wacky memory dream I had...
I've been having odd dreams, one of the reasons I've not felt too well lately; I'm constantly running on about an hour less sleep than I need. Not nightmares or anything, just very strange dreams that I tend to wake up from feeling tense and have trouble sleeping after. And this was certainly one of those, but it was very...narrative. Almost completely ordinary, too, in terms of no weird dream elements coming in.
The entire story of the dream was that I was looking at some found-photography blog or other when I realised I recognised the photographs, because they'd been taken on a camping trip my parents took me on when I was a child. There were a few of me on the site. So I got in touch with the blogger, who was asking people who knew about the photos to provide more info, and we met up at his workplace where he showed me the actualfacts photographs and I explained who was in each one, from my parents to the people they were pictured with to me and another kid. So he said I could have the photos and he'd like to print the story, and I said yes, and we went our separate ways.
Here's the weird part: that camping trip where the photos were taken -- that actually happened in real life. I hadn't remembered it before now but when I woke up I was positive those photos were documenting a real event and the photos themselves existed. I was four years old at most, but my parents were there with another couple they were friends with, their couple's young son whom I was friends with, and a third couple that had been camping nearby. My parents camped a lot when I was tiny, and I remembered there had been something slightly off about that trip.
So I emailed Mum and said "This is a bit of an odd question, do you remember a camping trip like this? Did something weird happen?" and she wrote back that yes, that trip was memorable as the time they met a couple who shared their campsite for a few days and then one night over dinner suggested all six adults participate in an orgy. My parents and their friends declined and apparently broke camp when the other couple "got pushy".
My parents in an orgy. Disturbing as their child, hilarious as someone who knows how they would have reacted. I can picture my mother's face. Oh god, my father's face.
Anyway, she confirmed I was about four, and was impressed I remembered the trip.
What the hell did my brain expect me to do with that initial information? And why on earth bring it up now?
Apparently if I a) passed the test and b) get randomly selected from the applicant pool, I have the chance to audition for a spot, which they will contact me about "sometime in the coming year". They do a PERSONALITY INTERVIEW. I may be doomed.
Also, there's this wacky memory dream I had...
I've been having odd dreams, one of the reasons I've not felt too well lately; I'm constantly running on about an hour less sleep than I need. Not nightmares or anything, just very strange dreams that I tend to wake up from feeling tense and have trouble sleeping after. And this was certainly one of those, but it was very...narrative. Almost completely ordinary, too, in terms of no weird dream elements coming in.
The entire story of the dream was that I was looking at some found-photography blog or other when I realised I recognised the photographs, because they'd been taken on a camping trip my parents took me on when I was a child. There were a few of me on the site. So I got in touch with the blogger, who was asking people who knew about the photos to provide more info, and we met up at his workplace where he showed me the actualfacts photographs and I explained who was in each one, from my parents to the people they were pictured with to me and another kid. So he said I could have the photos and he'd like to print the story, and I said yes, and we went our separate ways.
Here's the weird part: that camping trip where the photos were taken -- that actually happened in real life. I hadn't remembered it before now but when I woke up I was positive those photos were documenting a real event and the photos themselves existed. I was four years old at most, but my parents were there with another couple they were friends with, their couple's young son whom I was friends with, and a third couple that had been camping nearby. My parents camped a lot when I was tiny, and I remembered there had been something slightly off about that trip.
So I emailed Mum and said "This is a bit of an odd question, do you remember a camping trip like this? Did something weird happen?" and she wrote back that yes, that trip was memorable as the time they met a couple who shared their campsite for a few days and then one night over dinner suggested all six adults participate in an orgy. My parents and their friends declined and apparently broke camp when the other couple "got pushy".
My parents in an orgy. Disturbing as their child, hilarious as someone who knows how they would have reacted. I can picture my mother's face. Oh god, my father's face.
Anyway, she confirmed I was about four, and was impressed I remembered the trip.
What the hell did my brain expect me to do with that initial information? And why on earth bring it up now?
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Date: 2013-01-09 04:10 am (UTC)