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   a test simulation of a social situation
Sunday, April 19 2026
Some time between when I woke up before 7:00am and fed the cats and when I woke up a second time, I had a vivid dream that had me on another vegan cruise of some sort, but it was before the cruise had set sail and all the people who would be on the cruise were in a hotel, though it was more of a motel. My mother was there, and then, later in the dream, my father showed up, having rallied out of whatever illness had been plaguing him (he's been dead for more than 13 years). I noticed that my father had a number of unusual facial piercing, with bits of metal dangling from the sides of his jowl. In another part of the dream, I was having trouble finding my trousers (this is common in my dreams), and I was laying down next to some strange woman who then accused me of trying to molest her. I told her in front of several people that if I wanted her, it would've been obvious, which immediately seemed like a gaffe, and that I shouldn't've led with the idea that I didn't want her. This suggested that the dream was a test simulation of a social situation my brain had decided to prepare me for.

It was a cool, rainy day, and I kept trying to take Charlotte for a walk and she kept not wanting to go. With Charlotte bottled up by rain in the house, it seemed safe to take a bath, something she would've otherwise disturbed with a fit of barking at Crazy Dave's dogs (Brigitte and Luna).
At around 5:00pm, the skies cleared and it got even cooler, and this time both Neville and Charlotte decided to walk with me down the Gullies Trail and then up and then up the steep escarpment on no particular trail to the Chamomile Headwaters Trail.

For some reason I expected Gretchen to be returning home today, so I didn't do any of the drinking I would've done had I known she would be gone. By the time I found out she wasn't returning, I was rather enjoying my sobriety and stuck with it, though I took diphenhydramine and started drinking kratom tea. I took advantage of my clear mind to finish the refactoring I'd started over a week ago on the command system for my ESP8266 Remote Controllers. I even experimentally tried to remotely update the firmware of one of the controllers at the cabin, but all it did was cause it to reboot, so I decided to hold off on such experiments until I am there at the cabin in case such a microcontroller needs to be rescued from a botched firmware update.


A red eft on a rock near a puddle in the Stick Trail not far from home. Click to enlarge.


The Chamomile Wall with Neville on the Stick Trail passing it through it, viewed from the south. Click to enlarge.


A snag along the Gullies Trail. Click to enlarge.


Another snag along the Gullies Trail. Click to enlarge.


Looking east across blown-down trees (from that "tornado" event some years ago) about a half mile from home on the Gullies Trail. Click to enlarge.


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