Dreamin' the Dream?

What's noteworthy about this dream is not the content, it's the fact that I remembered it enough to relate at all.

I was at a big SCA event and in this dream-time the SCA operated differently: Everyone came to this one big event to see all the kings and queens from all the kingdoms get elevated to the throne in one giant ceremony.

I was watching the festivities when they started calling names for An Tir. Nobody went up (I later discovered it's because everyone else was late for the ceremony). Finally, they asked if anyone from An Tir was present. I was the only one, so they hauled my ass up on stage and planted a crown on my head. Suddenly I was King. This was cool for about three minutes and then I wanted out.

By this time, others from An Tir had arrived and were all congratulating me. But something was bothering me. Some niggling little detail that I was sure made all of it moot.

"Wait, isn't there some obscure rule that says you have to win a Crown Tournament to be King?"

There was a lot of muttered discussions and people were flipping through tome-like rule books.

"I think he's right - I think you do need to win a Crown Tournament," said a random SCA policy wonk.
"I won the last Crown Tournament - I guess that means I should be king now." said one knightly-fellow.
"Cool. Take this," I said, handing the Crown to him with much relief.

And that was that.

It's also noteworthy because you couldn't imagine anything like this happening in the real SCA. Peoples' heads would explode if some random guy got crowned because the rightful heir was late for the ceremony.

I'm not sure what this dream means, so I'll just say it's about sex. Any dream you can't interpret is probably about sex. The only exception is that dream I have were I'm standing in sort of sun-god robes on a pyramid with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at me.

The Light at the End of the Range

You know what I love? The feeling of climbing out of a hole.

I've been struggling with archery for months now and a few months ago I finally identified what I'd been doing wrong. Then it took me awhile to figure out how to fix it. For the last month I've been practicing that fix and I've gotten to the point where the practice is paying off.

Tonight I shot an 84. The shocking part was a solid 24 on my speed round, which means that the shoulder positioning I've been working on is at a point where I don't have to concentrate on it 100%. It's still not anywhere near unconscious, but I can see it from here.

The shoulder still aches like hell at the end of about 12 ends, but that's better then the 10 ends I was able to pull off a month ago. The strength and the skill are returning.

It is such a relief to be able to say that. I didn't want to lose this like I've lost other things. The wonderful sense of accomplishment I had on the way home from the range today felt so good. I missed it so.