I'm a naked Egyptian

So I had this dream last night. I only remember parts of it, but here they are:

I am Egyptian. I am at a country club, and for whatever reason I need to change my clothes. I climb into the back of my Saturn station wagon (which I don't really own) and get nekkid, trying to hide while I dress, but small Indian children keep running up to the back window and peering in. I know they can't see me, so I'm goofing around with them and making them giggle. (Not the typical reaction to nakedness in a dream, right?)

Then I'm at a restaurant, a fantastic lebanese/american restaurant, with famous falafel nachos (do such things exist???) and some kind of dessert. I'm trying to order take-out, but the restaurant is filled with white people and they are all starring at me/ giving me a hard time/ hitting on me because I'm Egyptian.

Eventually I end up at home, which is a little apartment by the country club. I'm in England still, and I have envelopes full of British money because apparently people come to me to exchange. A man comes and wants exactly 9.77 pounds for his $10, which is not an equal exchange, but I offer him a full 10 pounds anyway, and he throws a fit. Enter a second man while we are arguing, and we all start to argue, and they're counting my money and I realize they're trying to scam me. We get into a physical fight, and I smoosh one of their faces with my hand until he passes out, and I don't remember what happens to the other guy but I win.

I don't know about the first parts, but the second seems to say even when I offer more than someone deserves they will try to get more out of me- but I don't take shit.

Why in the world was I Egyptian?

Hmm.

Feeling oddly at home

I went for a walk today by myself, into the city center/centre to do some writing at a cafe. It was pleasant, even though there was some wet snow on the way there. I also stopped at a used bookstore to look for antique fairy tales for Sarah and Jenn, but all I found was real antiques that I couldn't afford :/

( Some pictures )

At the cafe, I read through Part I of The Poppet and the Lune, the first story arc entitled "A Heart Full of Stitches" (credited to glamourkin ). I am happy with it. I'm going to go through and divide it into smaller chapters, and I am considering doing a web serial. Why you might ask? Well, if I can build an audience it will look good when I finally go to query it. Also, it will force me to write. Also, ever since the conception of this story I had the idea that it should be published as a serial. I might do it as a web serial first, then try to get it into magazines. Who knows.

Does anyone know the deal with copyright and the different blogging sites? Do they own it? Does no one? I thought I'd read somewhere that blogging was as good as publishing... I don't know.

Anyway, I also stopped at a Chinese medicine place at the Westgate Shopping Centre because my bronchial area has been feeling not so great. They gave me some kind of powder to drink like tea... we'll see. I'm assuming this is mostly from the insane adrenaline before I left, and then the fast climate change, and then the sleeplessness and accidental starvation. The tea-ish stuff is actually not too bad. The stuff in my lungs is gross, though.

I actually meditated today, too! That was nice. It was more visualization and path-working than mind-clearing, though. A good time was had by all ;D I have so much free time on my hands here since I only have each class once a week, and can't work. I should probably be writing more, but I should also be seeing more of the city (even though it's really small). I'm working on finding a groove here... in the mean time spontaneity rules the day ;)