OMM: if you are going to ask me "hey how are you?" And I answer "Good, and you?" I do expect an answer back, otherwise it's insincere....
So, the initiator of this conversation just walked away silently instead of responding at all? Who would do that?
OMM: I had a weird, vaguely-played-out dream last night where somehow I understand that the entire chain of events that occurred happened over a period of many years (and entire childhood's worth, really) and in generally the same location, a stretch of about half a mile on the road that leads to my grandparents' tiny neighborhood in Chattanooga, a location that I tend to dream about as frequently as once a week.
I set out as a young Sarah's Knight on this
Eragon-like mission to find and take revenge on some kind of legendary, well-known monstrous beast who killed my entire family or something, and I tracked him down to a wheat field on the side of Gunbarrel Road where a few lower-income houses high up on hills or down in dangerously low-elevation fields (dangerous when it rains heavily and floods everything) are lined alongside the road IRL. I take a shot with some magic bow & arrow (I think?) and miss him barely, and he flees, but somehow I am determined to spend the rest of my life hunting and bringing down this great beast once and for all, ... without needing to pursue him very far at all, but rather, taking up residence at this one tiny house near the wheat field where some poor farmer lives in wait to see the beast again somewhere in a relatively short vicinity of just a quarter to a half-mile or so. I don't know why the beast would stay around here at all, especially well into my adulthood, but somehow I know that he will. I end up living in that location for the rest of my childhood and well into my adult years, having worked as a farmhand for the guy I was taking up residence with as way of payment and going to some really small, old-fashioned school also in the vicinity in order to learn what would have been considered the only essentials for a poor student back in the day to have any measure of education (basic reading and writing), and developing a pretty large circle of friends my own age who also live around there. And the dream would repeatedly skip ahead months or even years at a time over the lone period in which I did the rest of my growing up in that area on Gunbarrel Road while having me go through an event at each point in time being shown to me in which I would basically get some kind of tip-off from a neighbor or one of my school friends about another sighting of the beast and I would formulate a plan to sneak up on him and slay him as I had apparently dedicated my entire life to training in swordsmanship and hunting for. .... Also, for some reason as a barely teen child when this dream's first events were occurring, I had become infatuated with this single adult woman who lived in an even smaller (like, the kind of poor family's house you'd see in one of those overseas charity commercials to help kids in Africa or South America) house than the poor farmer yet had some kind of high-tech shower on the upper floor her house that you could see her bathing in crystal-clear from the outside, thus seeing a fully-nude beautiful older woman so easily just by being outside working in that wheat field nearby where I first took a shot at the beast would of course aggravate developing hormones in me that I did not even understand yet, ... and would also always get me in trouble with the farmer guy if he caught me gazing up at her when she was bathing on the upper floor. He would chastise me like you would imagine a mere adult acquaintance doing to a ten or eleven year-old boy if he was caught doing something relatively harmless but extremely rascally while making trouble downtown in an old family film, threatening to tell on him to his folks or something.
It was weird, but, it was kind of a cool dream, I guess.
