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Back on the first a little after 6pm I received a text message on my phone: "Hey, off the top of your head do you know what 255 would be in base 8?" About 15 minutes later the following came in: "Never mind. Figured it out. 255=377 In base 8/ octal" So... now the weirdness. The sending cell number isn't one I recognize. Not only don't I recognize it... it comes from a part of the country that I know absolutely no one in. "Florence", South Carolina. I quote Florence because prefixes in cell phones are widely inaccurate as to the origin of the owner. Admittedly, some times the area codes are misnomers too. My cell phone number puts me in Van Nuys, California. So.. with no signature... I'm left trying to figure out who the hell would text me a number conversion question on Saturday evening who's phone originated in SC. Oooh, mystery! Yes, I know the short form is to just reply... But I don't necessarily want to identify myself if this is some new spam/phish thing. Tags: mystery, text message, weird Current Location: FreePeople House: Sofa 1a; seat 1; variant default Current Mood: curious
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I have a mechanism I use in dreams when I feel 'threatened.' I start hitting things. What this means is open handed smacks of walls, furniture, etc. To note if I feel sensation. Usually that's enough to help draw me out of the dream. I had to do this last night. Typical dream.. weirdness. Strange twisty hotel/parking area/etc... Then there was this guy. I just got a tonne of feelings that said, "You're not supposed to be here." He sort of looked like Mark Gattis as the young Lazarus in Doctor Who. I started hitting things and eventually thought I'd woken up. I'd really just moved to another part of the dream. Later he came back. The moment I noticed him, he went from trying to be inconspicuous to coming at me. There were 2 or 3 bad karate moves between us. I tried to push him away with my mind. That failed. Then he leaned into me like he was going to take a bite out of my stomach. I mentally pushed him away and he dissolved away like an impressive computer effect. I woke up. Strange dream. Strange person. Odd because I remember (though it's fading) the face. And above all else, the distinct feeling of "You don't belong here." Odd. But then again.. I probably shouldn't watch Torchwood right before bed. Tags: dreams, intruder, weird Current Location: Bus to work Current Mood: contemplative
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