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I had a strange dream the other night. At some point in it, I looked down and found there were these strange granules the color of raw sugar growing out of my finger tips. I pinched them to see if they would come out, but the skin just got irritated, so I stopped. Later I was with a bunch of people looking around a house when I got a strange feeling in my stomach and realized I was going to be sick. I asked if there was a bathroom around, and another guy said he was interested in going too. He made a move to use it first. I was desperate, and tried to say something to stop him, because I felt all this turmoil going on in my gut. I had the sudden realization that rather than the diarrhea I had feared, I was so full of poop that I was going to vomit feces out of my mouth. I put my hand up to my mouth to catch it, and found out it came out in all these dry-ish, stuck-together little lumps that were covered with the same weird yellowish grains that were growing out of my hand. I felt helpless and didn’t know what to do. A woman with the group asked me what was wrong. I explained and showed her the poop vomit. She was surprisingly sympathetic and didn’t seem disgusted. I vomited a few more times. The woman thought we should put some of it in a bag and take it to the doctor with us. I picked up some of it and we found it had become all ropy and the granules had spouted into thousands of white spore-like things. The woman also insisted on taking a swab of the inside of my anus with a Q-tip so we could take it to the doctor to analyze. I didn’t think it was necessary, because I started to feel a lot better after I got all of that poop out of my system, but she was adamant. It was VERY painful. I never did get to find out what was wrong with me — the dream either ended or veered off in another direction before I could go to the doctor and get a diagnosis.

In retrospect, I wonder if this dream has to do with the party I had been at earlier that night, and my wondering about people’s reactions as I was talking. I was worried I seemed inarticulate or like I wasn’t reasoning properly, but people seemed to be taking what I was saying nicely. I was worried, I guess, that “crap” was coming out of my mouth.

I just read that due to a chemical plant explosion in Jilin, the river that flows through Harbin has been polluted with high levels of benzene. Too bad! Actually, I saw a news report on this last night but didn’t actually understand what had happened. Municipal officials had to cut off the water supply of the city, so everyone had to go out and get a ton of bottled water.

That’s a quote from erroneous subtitles on a print of Tom-Yum Goong I got the other day. I posted some of the pictures to Flickr, and I got back a message from someone called Codeman38 who had seen the exact same bad subtitles on three other films, including Yu-Gi-Oh!

Here’s a link to the blog that has the Yu-Gi-Oh! stills with the bad subtitles:

http://www.livejournal.com/community/playthedamncard/549918.html

This is from an interesting dream I had last night:

I dreamt that in this society, every year they had some sort of combat exercise. I was totally perplexed to find out that I had to participate in it, because I had never heard about it before. In the exercise, half of the people had to dress up in orange, with jack o’lantern heads. They would attack the other half of the people, who were defending the city. Defenders would wear their normal clothes but be issued long jumropes, which they could use to set up barriers, or to catch and tie up attackers. Apparently, people put in bids for which side they’d like to be on (most of the jack o’lanterns were men), but if people didn’t choose, they were assigned. I only found out about this when I saw all these people running really fast and carrying jumpropes. Then I was told to visit a particular place, where I was given all the paperwork and my own jumprope, and was told to go join the melee. I ran down the stair really fast to catch up with everybody. (Running down stairs really fast figures in a lot of my dreams.)

Ever since “Nelson” showed up, the dog man seems to be on some start of strike. I don’t think he’s bathed or anything for like three weeks. He keeps asking hopefully if N. is gone yet. He’s been pretty unfriendly too, which is childish. Both thing taken together are really turning me off.

A headline from MSN.com. He must have been really hungry, or really mobile.

If one of my students wrote this in a paper, I’d laugh. It’s kind of sad this ended up on MSN.

Black turtlenecks are an essential part of my winter wardrobe, and I especially like having some nice black ones to wear when I go to work. Back in Shenzhen, I found the ideal one: soft (not scratchy or itchy), not too tight, not too loose. Somehow when I was getting together a bunch of clothes for charity, it disappeared. I think I just put it in the wrong pile. Ever since then I’ve been looking for a replacement, but I haven’t been able to find one. Every winter I regret my loss of the platonic ideal of the black sweater.

Tonight after getting some English-language materials printed at the local copy shop, the proprietor asked me if I am Japanese. I said no, and asked, “Do I look Japanese?” He said, “No.” Then why did he ask?!?

Earlier tonight a guy asked if I am French, which at least makes sense.

For web purposes, I’ll dub my houseguest Nelson, although that is not his real name. I could, however, conceive of him being a Nelson, so I think it’s a good choice.

Anyway, the man of the suspected swinger couple works for an advertising agency that is looking for someone to work on their web site. That is right up “N”’s alley. So N. is at an interview with him right now about the job. I wonder if the man will get up his courage, and come out with any sort of kinky proposal. I’m sort of scared about it, actually. I’m hoping I won’t get a call saying the man and his wife want to have dinner. I don’t know what I’d do then! Jiu ming a!

I’d always had this idea that I don’t go out very much, since I don’t go to nightclubs and things like that. But with my guest here, I’m feeling a bit stir-crazy at times, and thinking that maybe I do go out more than I realized. I’d guess almost every day, I go on a bit of a wander, like to the DVD store, to get a massage, to clothes shop, to get some special food item, plus to walk the dog. If I’m in all day, I like to go out around dinner time, have something to eat, and then walk around. I just like to get out and look at stuff. I wonder about how much wandering around time I have each day. A couple hours?

My mystery guest and I went out to a bar last night. Just as we were about to leave, we were suddenly hailed by a group of four people sitting next to us. They demanded to know where my friend is from. They launched into a strangely overheated conversation with us, where they told us a lot of details about themselves, and asked for a lot of details from us. I started to get the feeling they were going to invite us for some sort of strange sexual encounter. After we left, just after we got in the taxi, my friend asked, “Did you get the feeling they were going to invite us for some sort of strange sexual encounter?”