I hate it.
That was totally and completely a horrible night of sleep. 3 straight hours of good sleep until waking to that frightful tune below –
and then concerns over emails sent whilst tipsy.
And then a really bizarre dream where I kept walking the same path over and over. There was a huge fire at a building holding a Howard Dean rally – and these people that turned into demons so that I had to pretend to be a demon as well but I don’t think they believed me. We stalked about and must’ve walked through the library like eight times — so that I could let the library know I wouldn’t be going in today — until some lady told me we’d have to stop because we were in violation of some city code. Earlier – at the same library – a librarian made me cry.
I don’t remember dreams very much anymore. This was more like a nightmare. A schweddy nightmare.
It was all a little bit too much like the time I hung out with Cousins Jennifer and Brian – and waking the next morning I told them about my dream where I had my own action hero theme song that went “I’m gonna get you buddy I’m gonna get you buuuud-dy!” Remarkably similar dreams…
I wish I had my disappearing bag.
