April 6, 2009

  • Was someone abducted?

    Either I had some very strange dreams last night, or sometime in the early morning one of my neighbors got dragged kicking and screaming into an ambulance. At first, I thought I'd left the TV on, then remembered that I don't have cable and I've not set up rabbit ears (actually, rabbit ears probably don't work anymore what with digital broadcast, I guess...). And I didn't have the TV on last night, but it also randomishly turns on and changes channels (I suspect that one of my neighbors has a remote on the same frequency). Anyhow, once I realized it wasn't the TV and it wasn't the tape player (I'm in a habit of using self-made self-hypnosis scripts to help me relax and drift into sleep. I had one time where the tape I was using wasn't completely cleaned and I wound up with political commentary followed by a baby crying some minutes after the script had completed. That was weird to wake up to), I noticed that there were flashing lights through my curtain. I discreetly drew back the curtain (there's been a police action or two in the complex and I didn't want to get shot by mistake [yes, I know, paranoid and all]) and saw a police car pulled up beside, an EMT pulling a gurney out of the back of the ambulance, and some people standing by. The background noise was angry (female, I think) yelling and moaning, appropriate for a psychotic episode or maybe just bad alcohol poisoning (I've heard people sound like that when they're in that "puke up your guts over and over again and swear you'll never drink again" phase), and a fair amount of banging as if someone were running into walls and furniture. I considered stepping out and asking what I could do to help, but then decided that things were beyond my ken, closed the window, restarted my tape, and went back to sleep. In the morning, there was no sign that any of it had happened. Maybe I'll run into my neighbor and I can ask after it. *shrug*

    In other news, I think I'm getting better at Capoeira once more. I still need to keep moving — I still have a tendency to plant myself and kick, then hold position to show the point — but I'm reacting a bit better to the incoming techniques. Midsummer rehearsals continue apace as well. The iambs are kicking my butt, but I've got a good chunk of the show memorized, I've got a handle on the character (or at least who I see him to be), and I'm slowly getting the music out of my voice (apparently, I have a bad habit of intoning rather than speaking). It proceeds well.