Wanting to Wake Up and Go Home

I've been struggling think of a way to describe the strange feeling I've had the past few months.

I came up with a description that might work.

Let's say for some reason you were stuck in a dream. Maybe you're in a coma.  It's not a horrible dream.  It's fairly okay. There are good parts, bad parts, mediocre parts, etc.  

You don't usually realize you are dreaming.  You go with the flow.  But sometimes you realize it, and though it's not a horrible dream, there's a part of you that thinks: Okay. This is nice and all.  But I've had enough. I want to wake up and go home.

Fortunately, I do NOT have this feeling 24/7.  It just comes in waves...usually once or twice a day.  And I feel like I'm having it less lately.  

In other news, we saw the movie Coda, and it has inspired me to slowly start learning American sign language.  I'm using this YouTube channel for that.

AND....

I finally managed to find my second City in Minecraft.  It involved expanding a map and then digging my way back home.  It took many hours spread over multiple days.

I went the underground route, because my lack of going to sleep gave me the extra terrifying threat of the night phantoms.

I did periodically surface carefully during the daylight hours to grab some needed wood and place some doors in various locations.  My idea was that I wanted doors in the overworld in case I somehow died underground. I wanted to have hope that I could find the tunnels again.  I have tons of good stuff collected in various places along the tunnels.

I tunneled all the way up into one of my skyscrapers.  

Though I was happy and relieved to find my way back to my city, I was a tiny bit disappointed, because I enjoyed the quest.  I realized I didn't want to end the tunneling.  So I've started a second route in the tunnel with plans to continue filling the map via underground.  

Map #41 which is an expansion of Map #35
The top left hand corner is where I got lost.
In the green space to the left of the desert, there
are two white blobs.  The northern, smaller one is 
my city. My two goals: 1. Make the white blob a 
bigger blob 2. Fill out the rest of the map.
Lots of building and lots of exploring. 

How would our world change if we knew for sure there was life after death, and it was easy for our dearly-beloved to talk to us via the Internet?   

The Dead are Online, a novel by Dina Roberts