No Use For A Title

Holy crap.

Has it really been almost two months since I made a legitimate post on here? I knew I'd been putting it off, but it didn't seem like that long.

I'm going through one of those phases again. Days seem long, but months seem short. I'm sure you know what I mean.

I started to write a post a few times over the last few weeks, but I just haven't had the motivation. Now, though, because I love you all so much*, I've decided to finally get around to posting...something.

Being the inverse of a lot of people***, the longer I take to post something, the less meaningful it has to be. For me to post twice in a week, something at least kind of interesting has to have happened since the last post, and/or I have to be on a blogging kick, as I haven't been lately.

I may as well take this time to type out the parts I remember of this weird semi-recurring**** dream I've been having. As in real life, the events are disjointed with little by way of continuity, and I spend a lot of time thinking about things that don't end up mattering.

...anyway.

The first place I remember being is some form of apartment. It's at or near the top floor of some old building (I can tell by the layout and the way the windows let light in.) There are a lot of doors in the place, many of which lead to places far removed from the building itself (and some don't lead to the same place twice). Luckily, I'm able to open the doors and look into them before I go through, but I spend what seemed to Dream-Me an inordinate amount of time making this decision, while looking at the bodies laying in the room. (I mentioned those, didn't I? Oh.)

One of the center doors leads to a set of downward stairs (the way I came in, I think). Another has somebody still alive, apparently hiding from the person who killed the other people. I shut that door back, leaving them to their own devices (It was no one I recognized, unfortunately). I opened another door that seemed to lead to a completely different building; the dimensions of the hallway it opened up into would have been impossible otherwise. There were a couple of people standing in that hallway, but I made sure to shut that door before they noticed me. (I don't know if I thought they were the killers, or just working for them, or what.)

So I go through another nearby door and am transported to what I assume is another part of the building I was just talking about. Somewhere in the apartment, I found some evidence or clues that led me to want to look for creature #31 in some project the people in the building were doing. I get to a main part of the building and I'm thinking about how I can't blow my cover by asking to see this 31st experiment, because it was a secret (the highest numbered one there was 30). Eventually I'm led around into another room where I meet up with some guy. I follow the guy into this room where they're breeding these giant bees.***** I stay in the regular room while the guy goes through a door and enters their area, which I can see through a glass window. I peek my head through the door and watch the guy take some kind of yellow things off a tree (Bee eggs? I don't know, lol). At this, one of the bees gets irritated and starts flying toward the guy, who begins walking away at a slightly slower pace than the bee is taking. I shut the door just after he gets through, before the bee has a chance to catch him.

After this, we go through a dark area of the building (almost looks like a gymnasium). The guy pulls out these two weapon-like things, and hands one to me. I can't remember exactly what he said, but I think it was something about using it to stop him from killing me. Either way, I use the weapon I was given and one of my points in Threatening Voice to intimidate him into handing over the other weapon, which he was about to take a stab at me with.

I don't remember much about what happened after that. I reappear in some regular house that vaguely reminds me of the apartment with some family members and some other people I don't recognize. I'm displaying my usual jackass facade, but I'm thinking about how to stay hidden from the people who killed the other people in the apartment.

And that's about it. I could try to psychoanalyze myself, talking about how all the doors represent opportunities, and how my actions with the different people and places represent my priorities and/or past events, but I'm too lazy for that.


*April Fools.**

**I know it's not April 1, I just don't care. I could easily change the date of this post (and take this part out), and no one would know.

***In so many ways...

****Semi-recurring because part of the setting (the main apartment, or whatever it is) remains the same, but the locations I get to from there are often different. I don't actually remember what they were before the one today, but I know they weren't the same ones.

*****They didn't look so much like giant bees as they did floating people in bee suits. If I were capable of being disturbed by such things, I think that would do it. I blame my mind's lack of bee knowledge (shape, sounds, mannerisms) that scales up to that size.