Remember when these posts used to have just six or twelve? Good times...
We wandered around a bad part of the town. Well, all parts of the town were bad. It was a bad town.
Moments earlier me and my mom had been scouting for a place to park, near the sports center, which looked more like some kind of mill. A tall factory-like building rising on a hill. It wasn't old though, the grass was cut neatly, the paths and stairs leading up to it fresh and new, and the road curved around it in a very pleasant way.
But the cars were all over. So we drove past, and out to the forest roads beyond it, and found a good mossy forgotten patch of gravel just behind it that would've been perfect to park on, yet we kept going, searching for even better areas... and suddenly I was with a friend rather than with my mom, and somehow I was in the backseat, even though I'd just been the one driving, and had just been in the backseat but actually stopped the car so I could take over that driver's seat for a while...
And suddenly we were in a bad part of town. Or a bad town.
I'd been sitting in the backseat, thinking about how you couldn't see anything from back there, and was strangely disoriented. As if the car didn't have any side windows in the back, or the windows were too low or my head was too high, I'd just been taking in glimpses of the road as we went, and suddenly we were there.
We stopped by a diner to have some lunch, and I remember discussing if we should eat there or have a picnic - my buddy didn't seem as interested in eating out as in having his own food, but we went in anyway, and had a plate of what seemed like oats and cereal with some kind of flower in the midst of it... a strange dish. We asked the waitress about it and she came to us a bit conspiratorially, talking about how some things aren't how they seem, and how that's how it is in these parts, something like that...
Turns out it was brainwash cereal. We ventured out into the city and ran into some bad guys, and managed to shoot two of them, but they kept coming. We ran away. We were in a staircase going for the boss man himself, the leader of this strange cult, but couldn't really get to him. Then we were outside, heading towards our car on a large open area, when two familiar goons appeared, and we just somehow managed to get them too.
I'm not sure how we got those guns. I'm not sure if my friend made it. I'm not sure if I did either. It was bloody and gory and there might've been guts somewhere in there too, similar to the scenes of the Cabal movie I watched yesterday.
That backseat situation where you couldn't see the road was probably from a comic I read last nigh too, where Bettie (from the Archie comic) was blindfolded and taken to a strange neighborhood, a 'bad part of town', to see if she could find her way home again.
She arrived disoriented and lost, but managed to get a ride almost immediately, and the friends who had taken her there were stuck in a car without a key as the snow started falling.
It was a strangely cruel comic in so many ways. It stood out in the book.
So those were probably my main inspirations, and thus I landed in a dream that was not so much a dream as maybe a nightmare, yet I fought it out bravely, although I could feel my will fading.
I didn't know if I'd manage to make it out. I'd given up on winning, on finding the boss man and breaking the spell, and for all I knew my friend could be bleeding out in the gutter... and that's about when I woke up.
The alarm brought me out of that bad trip, yet part of me wishes I'd been able to stay in it just a while longer; maybe have been able to resolve those issues and turn that bad town into a brighter world...
I'm all for the betterment of society you know.
Anyway that's the dream.
So I tried moving my mattress down to the bottom floor and sleeping behind the sofa, but that didn't help at all. It felt even warmer than upstairs. Worse circulation maybe, even though I'd had all windows open for some time prior to bedtime.
I lay there a while anyway, too tired to move but too hot to sleep, reminded also that there's a clock ticking in our living room that you fortunately don't hear upstairs.
I went up again. I visited my room. Too hot. Went to the other side of the house, and tried one of the now vacant rooms there now that the folks are up North (right now I really can't wait to join them), and maybe that was a little better... the morning sun usually falls on my side of the house first too, so I figured at least I'd be able to keep cool longer on the other one.
Only it was also a corner room, so after a night of tossing and turning and for some reason having to run all too many times to the bathroom despite a not overly large consumption of water (could have been a late side-effect of the 10g c-vitamin doses I took during the day to keep going), the sun started heating up that side early as well.
I think I finally maybe slumbered a bit some time after five, was too tired to set the alarm for anything, woke up around eleven as the room grew hotter again, closed the window on the cooler side of the house to prevent the inside air from getting as hot as the outside air at a time when the ratio of cool outside air/hotter inside air seemed about to switch, drank some water, turned on the computer, and started Googling portable air conditioning units...
Sold out all over. All but the most expensive models, and some of the cheaper (and potentially crappier) ones, but what choice do you have in a situation as this? The heatwave's set to last all weekend now. I follow the weather report feverishly, hoping the situation changes and it blows away with a foreign wind, or maybe we get a few raindrops to dampen the heat.
As the nights get warmer as well there's less hope of chasing out any surplus heat without artificial aid.
How reliant we are these days of electric devices... back in the day my parents spent two years in Tunisia without so much as a fan. How we've weakened. I've weakened. Maybe all those cold morning showers this year and Wim Hoff cold therapy is actually making me more sensitive to heat.
Or would it be different if we still lived in the forests and slept under the stars? Are we artificially heating up the world as well, more and more for each year that passes?
Maybe our attempts to cool our houses is ironically also what's forcing this change. No energy without heat.
But regardless: I ordered a portable air conditioner, rented a car during lunch (still work from home), I commuted to get to the car - careful not to touch anything on the train except for the door-opening button that is unfortunately an obligatory manual touch-based task now that this heatwave reigns - and drove to Elgiganten, stood in line for what felt like half an hour - though not without appreciating their cool air-conditioned locale a bit more than I usually do, got my cool device, drove home, read the manual, noted that it'd better never be near any flammable gases or electrical devices that might cause a spark that'll make it go haywire and (I assume) explode, pulled the exhaust air tube through the open window that so very dysfunctionally-in-cases-like-this folds inwards and opens all too much if all you want to do is just slip through a tube, probably reducing the efficiency of said device, sheltered it in place with curtains and string and a bedside lamp, and there it's been since, turned off only when I briefly returned the car and took an hour-long walk home in the hot afternoon sun to avoid unnecessary commute - cooling the room.
It works! The room's cool. I have the door open to the hall and to all other rooms as well, hoping it'll cool those too, but it's not a top-of-the-line model, and ideally the gap around the tube around the window would also be better sealed. It's a cheaper, but appreciably functional alternative, though I see that to take full advantage of it I'd best use a whole lotta duck tape and/or drill a hole through the wall, and I'm not sure I'm qualified for that latter project. It'd be good though. Energy efficient and easy. Wonder if the folks might have anything against it...
When all's said and done though and this thing's been running a few hours I'll hopefully sleep a bit better tonight. Or rather: hopefully I'll sleep. Yesterday was a blanket-tossing water-drinking heat-wave experience like no other, and admittedly it probably stirred certain unreasonable panic since I went and bought this thing instead of just enduring, as I probably would have if I was well-rested, and fed, and overall just feeling well.
Barely ate any lunch at all today. The heat wouldn't have it. Feeling slightly paranoid about my wellbeing these recent days, even if dieting in particular would probably be pretty good.
One hot day's alright. A weekend's tolerable. A full week like this... it's not something I'm used to. I've never lived in Arizona y'all. Supposedly it takes a week to acclimate to a warmer climate, but this better not be permanent now. I need some cool again. This isn't how we do things over here.
When the days are all sunshine and the warmth won't leave the house: either get an air conditioner or some clouds.
Or get out.