Raistlin head-movies, and my obviously man-hands

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In other news. A few days back I wrote about my Clinic supervisor geeking out with me over Dragonlance and Raistlin Majere. So now, what, almost a week later? I have this insane dream about Raistlin last night.

In it, I'm at this hotel on a beach, which is the same beach-hotel I always dream about, though I've never been there in real life and wouldn't even know if such a place exists. It's semi-sorta like Disney's Polynesian, but bigger. It's also got an element of the hotel I stayed at in Waikiki. There's a boardwalk that runs the length of the beach and I always walk on it, in my dreams.

So, I leave this outdoor hotel party at dusk and begin walking along this boardwalk, when, I kid you not, a goddamn wizard appears. Like, pointy hat and all this nonsense. The wizard randomly grabs some young dude who is walking along the boardwalk as well. The guy is thin, lanky, with dark hair, and I think he's Asian. The wizard says to him, "Don't you know you're Raistlin from Dragonlance? And it's time to begin your stay on Earth."

The guy is like, "No effing way, and get off of me, crazy person."

But the wizard just smiles and walks away.

So I go up to the guy and I'm like, "You know what, I love Dragonlance." He says that he does not, that stuff is for geeks and he is so totally not going to be Raistlin Majere. But, I don't believe him.

We're walking along together and he mumbles something about how the sky looks different to him, or he's seeing things strangely.

"That's your hourglass eyes," I tell him.

And when I look back to him, his hair has gone white.

Seeing this guy turn into Raistlin somehow thrills me, like endlessly, ridiculously, ecstatically. Even though I know it's a lifetime of misery – still, the power! I'm like, "Oh man, we have to hang out." And then I ask him if he can help me to plant a gun under someone's yacht.

Well, Raistlin is too frail to go into the water, but he stands guard while I dive off this boardwalk (it's nighttime now,) and swim under a yacht. There's music coming from it, loud, and the lights around it are super bright. All of a sudden I realize that I'm wearing this flaming orange bathing suit coverup and it's highly visible under the water, and I am not such a ninja.

But I plant the gun, come up out of the water, and start running. I yell back to Raistlin to follow me as fast as he can, and, "Watch out for all of those candy bar wrappers, or you'll slip!"

Finally we both make it to the end of the boardwalk, where it gives way to sand. There are cliffs behind us and I say, "Raistlin, I'll bet we can find the waterfrogs."

A wave washes over my legs and when I look down, there are all these frog-legs sticking up from the sand. But I can't see their bodies. I want to hold one, maybe hold a few of them, but I know that if I pull them by their legs, I'll break them. I want to maybe dig them up, but I'm afraid of hurting them. I turn to ask Raistlin to help me dig up some waterfrogs, but he's suddenly hovering behind me, surrounded by vague green light.

I look back down to the frog legs and find them all glowing in the sand, all different pastel colors. Hundreds and hundreds of phosphorescent waterfrog legs. This delights me more than anything so far.

I turn back and say to him, "Did you do it? Did you make the frogs glow pastel? For me?"

And that's the end of that ridiculous dream.

I told my supervisor today that I had dreamed of Raistlin Majere and he was like, "YEAH! High five!" and then spent the next fifteen minutes talking about geek books. It was awesome.

I didn't have a lot of clients today, so there was plenty of time for this sort of yammering. I got in way early and it was super slow. I did an office hour, got a treatment, did my write-ups, stressed about my pathology paper.

Saw my path client today, who was so, so nice to me and even went up to my supervisor and said to him, "Your clinic is going to be the worse for losing her. She's the best I've ever had." My supervisor said, "She's my low-maintenance student." I was grinning like a lunatic. It feels nice to be appreciated. After the supervisor left, my client said, "I'm nervous about when you leave because I feel like the pain will come back. But at least I get to be pain-free for thirteen weeks. What am I going to do without your beautiful strength?" That was his exact phrase, and I had to laugh, because two days earlier in another class I worked on this great big guy and afterwards he told me, "That was great. You felt like a guy."

YOU FELT LIKE A GUY.

LOL forever.

In other news, congrats to my Mom who got the job she wanted. :) Yay, much less stress for her.

Apropos of nothing (as usual) here's a note to my future self: When going out to eat and getting Indish food, seriously just ask for whatever veggie thing that is the least spicy thing on there. Seriously; I went out with Wonderful Glassworker for Indian food and the waitress promised me—PROMISED--that what I'd ordered was not spicy. Some spice, but really very mild.

But, my tongue bled. No, I mean literally, with real blood coming out of my tongue. And my face melted, not so literally, but yeah, face melted clean off.

But then we had caramel apples so all was right with the world.

Monday: Film a zombie video at the KF school. More on that as it unfolds.