I had a dream about you, Nilly. We were on a train, and you were showing me some books you had bought at a used book store. One of them was about nuclear power, and I asked to look at it. Inside, it was almost all long equations. You said, "I like that one because it's so dense."

I had a dream about you

Oh, wow! I want to post "Thank you!", but I should probably direct this to the subconscious part of your share of the hivemind, I guess.

Silly question: what was I wearing, if you remember at all? And what were you? It's not a question about fashion. I'm just wondering - and I don't have many opportunities to check this myself - about the way people have images, of themselves and of other people, in their mind. And dreams seem like a good opportunity to check that, since you mostly can't control them, right?

Also, your dream version of me seems much better than my version of me. Do you think she can help me with the paper I'm supposed to read?

[Edit: and 7+1=3+5. D'you think I'm having so much fun with it because "7" and "1" create "17"?]

Nilly! Glad to hear that your new roommate is still nice and all is well. How long have you lived there now? Are you one of the original people there, or were you once the new roommate yourself, moving into someone else's place and hoping it'd work out for all of you?

That's an excellent dream, Ginger.

The body hacking is great. My own personal favorite wasn't on the list, though: doing the Valsalva maneuver to stop hiccups. Just plain holding my breath never, ever worked for me, but this? Stops 'em dead.

I'll take getting better as quickly as possible. The sooner I get my body and brain back from the bugs, the better.

I'm glad your new roommate is a good match. I would think that it makes things so much easier.

Inside, it was almost all long equations. You said, "I like that one because it's so dense."

JZ! It's been so long since I posted with you! How are you doing?

How long have you lived there now?

t counts on fingers A little over six years, now. Wow, that's a lot.

Are you one of the original people there, or were you once the new roommate yourself, moving into someone else's place and hoping it'd work out for all of you?

One of the original. It was me, my best friend (B), and an acquaintance (D) who first moved in. Then we found a 4th roommate (T) a couple of months later.

Since then, D got married and already has 3 children, B got married and her son is nearly a year old, T became one of my best friends (that's the same T I've been watching "Firefly" with) and had to move because of work.

There were at least two more 'rounds' of roommates who were completely replaced since then. I sometimes say that I feel like I've moved at least 3 times since I first started living here, because of the rate of my roommates getting married (still the number-one reason for them to leave). It feels like living in completely different apartments, because of the totally different dynamics between the girls. And it's an easy sort of move, because there's no packing.

People keep telling me I should switch rooms, in a sort of "changes the place, changes the luck" (Hebrew phrase) way of probably convincing my fate to change itself and, well, find a husband like all the girls who got married from the other rooms. I still hadn't done it.

I would think that it makes things so much easier.

I've been extremely lucky with my roommates. With all the changes and all the years, I've only had the one roommate whom I couldn't stand (and couldn't stand me, so at least it was fair), and more than one girl whom I met through posting an ad is still a friend, years after moving out. I'm very thankful for this.

I'll take getting better as quickly as possible.

You got it. Or, at least, my vibes for it.

[Edit: nope, I've got nothing with the post #'s digits. I need help from my Ginger's-dream-self, I guess.]

Nilly, you were wearing a dark top and long skirt. I don't remember what I was wearing. We were in an old-school passenger train, the kind with red plush seats and metal overhead racks, not a commuter train. I remember thinking I might know something about what was in the nuclear power book, but then being daunted by its being mostly numbers.

you were wearing a dark top and long skirt

Guess what I'm wearing now?

We were in an old-school passenger train, the kind with red plush seats and metal overhead racks

Oh, I've never traveled in one of these! I like your dream even better now.

I remember thinking I might know something about what was in the nuclear power book, but then being daunted by its being mostly numbers

And yet, you most likely know way more than I do about these subjects (these are what you used to write about, right?), even with the numbers. I hardly know anything about nuclear physics, other than a not-so-good class in elementary particles I took for my BA.

Anyway, Ginger, I've been so much into talking about me and dream-me [Edit: meMeDreamME], I didn't even ask you about you. So, how are you doing lately?

I like trains, but I'm not sure why my subconscious put me on one with Nilly.

I've been doing pretty well, Nilly. I went to Washington, D.C., with my mother and sister a few weeks ago and got to see Vortex, Hil, DebetEsse, Maria and Toddson. Vortex also put up with dinner with my mother and sister, which was way beyond the call of duty, and showed us the Franklin D. Roosevelt monument at night, which was really cool. I stayed in Atlanta for Thanksgiving and got two Thanksgiving dinners, one on Thursday and one on Friday, and my hosts sent me home with lots of leftovers.

Hi Nilly!

Nilly! It's been forever since I posted "with" you! Our Thanksgiving was nice, too. And we've been lazy all weekend, pretty much.