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Today is day one of a new shift I'm trying out. Someone at work has a long commute and wanted to trade with someone for a later shift, so I volunteered. I'm coming in at 8am instead of 9, which means I get to leave at 6:30pm. Traffic was noticeably worse, but it was very cool and wonderful... mornings in summer are one of My Favorite Things (tm) but I also like sleeping in, so I guess I have work to thank for making sure I get to experience summer mornings.
But I still feel a bit groggy. I tried to get to bed at a decent hour, but I was awakened by a very weird, sad dream. I had decided to commit suicide. I don't know where hub was; he was not mentioned in the dream and I was still living with my parents, though I felt like the same age (and the 'rents have been divorced since '86). Anyway, there were 3 other friends who also decided they wanted to commit suicide, so one of them (who looked like a Hispanic version of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
todfox) drove us to a local natural pool that seemed like a smaller version of Barton Springs. We drove in a station wagon, and the other two were girls. The plan was that when we got there we would drown ourselves in the water.
I got there, and the four of us said good-bye and went our separate ways. I waded around in the water, and there were other people splashing and playing. I was thinking hard; finally I got out of the water and went to the entrance or concession stand, and noticed that the person that was manning it was an old friend. I was very happy to see her, and we started talking. I decided then that I would not end my life, and became concerned for my friend (the guy; somehow the 2 girls weren't a concern). I told her about the plan, and she and I started looking for this fellow, hoping we could stop him. She was able to look up on her computer where his locker was (?) and so we went there. There was a little closed off area, and I stopped as I saw my friend sprawled on the floor. I couldn't go closer, so my other friend went to check him. She said that we were too late, he was dead.
Next I heard sirens (and as I typed this, I just heard sirens too- weird) and the police showed up. I knew that I was going to be in trouble, and sure enough they herded me over to a place under a tree. Then I noticed that they had herded everyone who was at the pool to the same area. My parents and brother showed up, and hugged me, alarmed but glad that I was alive. I realized that all the people at the pool were LJ people, and heard that there had been a rash of suicides in the LJ community. So the police got Brad to get up on a platform/stage thing to give a pep-talk, trying to encourage people to cheer up and not kill themselves.
I woke up at this point, to find hub sitting up in bed too. He said dinner was not sitting well with him. So, the moral of the story is: beware of the fries at Chili's.
But I still feel a bit groggy. I tried to get to bed at a decent hour, but I was awakened by a very weird, sad dream. I had decided to commit suicide. I don't know where hub was; he was not mentioned in the dream and I was still living with my parents, though I felt like the same age (and the 'rents have been divorced since '86). Anyway, there were 3 other friends who also decided they wanted to commit suicide, so one of them (who looked like a Hispanic version of
todfox) drove us to a local natural pool that seemed like a smaller version of Barton Springs. We drove in a station wagon, and the other two were girls. The plan was that when we got there we would drown ourselves in the water. I got there, and the four of us said good-bye and went our separate ways. I waded around in the water, and there were other people splashing and playing. I was thinking hard; finally I got out of the water and went to the entrance or concession stand, and noticed that the person that was manning it was an old friend. I was very happy to see her, and we started talking. I decided then that I would not end my life, and became concerned for my friend (the guy; somehow the 2 girls weren't a concern). I told her about the plan, and she and I started looking for this fellow, hoping we could stop him. She was able to look up on her computer where his locker was (?) and so we went there. There was a little closed off area, and I stopped as I saw my friend sprawled on the floor. I couldn't go closer, so my other friend went to check him. She said that we were too late, he was dead.
Next I heard sirens (and as I typed this, I just heard sirens too- weird) and the police showed up. I knew that I was going to be in trouble, and sure enough they herded me over to a place under a tree. Then I noticed that they had herded everyone who was at the pool to the same area. My parents and brother showed up, and hugged me, alarmed but glad that I was alive. I realized that all the people at the pool were LJ people, and heard that there had been a rash of suicides in the LJ community. So the police got Brad to get up on a platform/stage thing to give a pep-talk, trying to encourage people to cheer up and not kill themselves.
I woke up at this point, to find hub sitting up in bed too. He said dinner was not sitting well with him. So, the moral of the story is: beware of the fries at Chili's.
