It was Renji and Rukia, after... after her rescue, after the war... It was night, on the new moon. They were sitting on the riverbank, in their shinigami uniforms, with zanpakutou at their obi, and they were together, a captain and a vice-captain, so no one in their old neighborhood dared to bother them. They were on the riverbank where they used to catch fish. They had oranges to share with each other. Together, they were watching the New Years fireworks over the city and they finally, really talked.

I think I'll have to write this up in detail... *grin*

I wonder what it means for my New Year. I guess it'll be interesting to find out.

This dream was probably prompted by a request letmyself_go gave me when I asked for a writing request.

Funnier than the inverter is the fact that eventhough it's only 20 degrees out, John's been out checking it every few hours. Just to watch it work. *giggles*

Good techie.

Oh, yeah. Another bemusing bit is that there are only three Kendo dojos in the greater Denver area. One of them is *in* Longmont.

You know... the problem with following my dreams is that they lead in SO MANY DIRECTIONS. Ahem.

I dreamed, hard, last night, about being taught kendo, practicing kendo, beating up dummies with kendo, and getting tired of having to do distance practice over and over and over again, but knowing why, now. Trying to figure out how to parry to a closed side rather than an open side, and sweating buckets and finally getting the feel of the beat and timing with the longer blades, that damned EDGE versus back, the two-handed postures, and how, finally, to move back and forth properly instead of with my preferred, ingrained fencer's crab crawl.

Gah.

I woke up sore. *sigh* And thinking... damn... I really have to find a dojo sometime.

I also woke up realizing that with the lost twelve pounds, my tummy no longer gets in the way of me bending completely at the waist. I just realized that in the ten years since I broke my knee I've gotten my flexibility back in it. I can kneel on the floor now without it killing my right knee, though the side tendons are still tight, and my hamstrings are still tight and my musculature feels... odd now. I'm riding the exercise bike nearly ever day, for forty minutes a day, now, and while I'm breaking a sweat again it's a clean one, not that sticky, labored I'm not fit one I've had since after Jet was born.

It's more fun to ride to Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex than anything I've ridden to in my life. *grin* Especially the chase scenes.

I didn't think I did anything to lose the poundage, but thinking it over I no longer eat out for lunch, nearly at all. We nearly never have fast food anymore. I don't sit behind a desk all day anymore. I ride to "work" in Jet's classroom on my bike every time I can. I get my time on the bike. I walk to the bus stop twice a day with Jet and get an average of 9000 steps in a day, rather than the 3000 I got when I was working full time. I don't actually eat as much or as often any more, between writing and painting and drawing and studying and watching and knitting and... I am more interested in what I'm doing than stopping for a big meal or even a snack. I don't need comfort food anymore. It's interesting to realize it's probably all just piling up. I never really tried to lose weight at all.

I just live entirely differently now that I'm retired and it's reflected back on my health and weight.

My dreams are melding my inputs now. It's nicer than the fragmenting I've been having for a while as I learned the combat system of DMC and absorbed a bunch of Bleach and Cardcaptor Sakura.

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I also dreamed something that turned into a short Bleach fanfic. It's got spoilers from the Soul Society arc of sorts, so I've cut it, too. It came from a very intense conversation I had with incandescens about good and bad captains and some of the differences.

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I used to have a series of assassination dreams.  Dreams where I'd go out and kill those that needed killing.  They'd show up the most when I was working really, really hard and doing a lot of work.  Now I wonder, kinda, what they might have meant to me, or what it was I was trying to subconsciously balance back then?  I'm taking a dreams and art class as my adult Sunday education class, and it's just bemusing to think about.   There was no fear or distress in those dreams just an even more sharpened sense of the types of efficiency I have always had in sections of my life.

I had a dream this morning with Jet's younger brother in it.  He was just a two-year-old, curled up in my arm, after the four of us went swimming in a crystal clear, hot spring warmed pool in the depths of a blue-black crystal cave.  He was doing great at swimming, chasing his older brother around, and was as sweet as Jet.  His swim diaper was actually better at protecting his butt from the hardness of the rocks when we were sitting and resting a bit.   A very calm dream.  Only sad after I woke up.

Which was when Jet jumped on me and said, "Mom!  Mom!  Wake up.  Breakfast is ready."   Then he lay on me and rocked and rolled until I grunted, "I'm awake.  I'm awake..." and then he fled down the hallway yelling, "Dad!  Dad!  Mom's up!"

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