Timeblock
| Time (PST) | Plan | Reality |
|---|---|---|
| 0000 | SLEEP | |
| 0030 | SLEEP | |
| 0100 | SLEEP | |
| 0130 | SLEEP | |
| 0200 | SLEEP | |
| 0230 | SLEEP | |
| 0300 | SLEEP | |
| 0330 | SLEEP | |
| 0400 | SLEEP | |
| 0430 | Waking up | |
| 0500 | Coffee and ... | TV: YouTube |
| 0530 | Pomodoro: Planning | Coffee and Japanese Studying |
| 0600 | Pomodoro: Planning | TV: YouTube |
| 0630 | Pomodoro: Organization | Pacing |
| 0700 | Pomodoro: Planning | |
| 0730 | Wake up wife | |
| 0800 | Getting ready | and Cat medicine stuff |
| 0830 | Walk to work | |
| 0900 | Stretching | |
| 0930 | Start of work routine | |
| 1000 | Pomodoro: Thinking | Slack thinking |
| 1030 | Pomodoro: Thinking | Slack thinking |
| 1100 | Buffer | Slack thinking |
| 1130 | Buffer | Slack thinking |
| 1200 | Lunch | |
| 1230 | Japanese studying | |
| 1300 | NAP | Ping pong |
| 1330 | Post-nap coffee | Impromptu 1/1 with Steve |
| 1400 | Pomodoro: JIRA | NAP |
| 1430 | Pomodoro: JIRA | Coffee |
| 1500 | Pomodoro: JIRA | Slack thinking |
| 1530 | Pomodoro: JIRA | Slack thinking |
| 1600 | Buffer | Slack thinking |
| 1630 | Walk home | |
| 1700 | Buffer | Hanging out |
| 1730 | Cat medicine stuff | Hanging out |
| 1800 | Music with wife | Hanging out |
| 1830 | Pomodoro: Side-projects | |
| 1900 | Hanging out | Side-projects |
| 1930 | Hanging out | Stretching/shower |
| 2000 | Hanging out | TV: Twilight Zone |
| 2030 | Stretching | TV: Twilight Zone |
| 2100 | SLEEP | TV: Overwatch |
| 2130 | SLEEP | Winding down |
| 2200 | SLEEP | |
| 2230 | SLEEP | |
| 2300 | SLEEP | |
| 2330 | SLEEP |
Dream
I remember my dream pretty well this time. It's what I'd classify as one of my "horror-movie" dreams. I wasn't a character in this dream, though I did mostly see things from the main character's perspective. As I don't remember anything about this character (including their gender), I'll just go ahead and refer to them as me.
I was in a dilapidated, humid, three-room cabin with my daughter. Why I was there, I do not know. There was a host, though. This host spoke a language I didn't understand.
Very quickly we discovered the cabin was haunted. A creepy, petite, solid, pale ghost with an entourage of murky, transluscent children. There also seemed to be kittens throughout the cabin. I understood that they, too, were ghosts. They were all solid to the touch. The ghost and her children wanted to add my daughter to the entourage.
I resisted. Though ghosts, some of which transluscent, they were attackable and seemingly killable. Except the main one, which did not seem to feel pain, but didn't react well to the entourage being murdered. I killed all the children to try to save my daughter. Each kill seemed to hurt the main ghost. Including the kittens.
Upon killing the last entourage ghost, the main ghost was still present. I tried to finish her off, but I discovered she had been faking being hurt. The entourage were not her servants or friends, and she had not wanted my daughter, either. The children ghosts were her gatekeepers, containing her to the dilapidated cabin. With them gone she was free. She beat me to death and left my daughter alone. I don't know where the original host went.
That was the end of the dream.
Pretty interesting. I don't remember myself feeling any fear or dread. I wasn't actually the main character in the story. I was observing.