Uuuurgh
Finally woke up about 10:30 this morning… bad enough, except I’d already been at work for 2 hours by that time. I slept very badly Saturday and Sunday nights; considering that I was very busy both days, that means that by yesterday afternoon, I was pretty dead. The dreams have been many and interesting, as well; one of Sunday’s involved, myself, raininva, jdunson, and other local fen being chased from Hogwarts by bad guys. Eventually, when they couldn’t find us in the room in which we’d holed up, they just stole the whole room.
One good thing happened to me on Sunday; I reluctantly entered November’s first MechWarrior: Dark Age sanctioned scenario, and walked off with second prize. (Rain and I were supposed to compete for first and second, but I got hit with a clue round, and offered her first place before we began, thus saving a lot of useless bloodshed. *grin*)
Rising Star 11 starts in three days. Am I ready? (Insert maniacal laughter here…)
An un-seen episode of “The Prisoner”
I am psychically unwell this morning… no, I don’t mean I’m receiving bad telepathy, I mean I am in a state of mental unbalance. Like my consciousness spent too much time on a ride at the Salem Fair.
Rough dreams last night… the first one directly influenced by the TV Rain was watching last night. I dreamed I was Sarah Jessica Parker’s character on Sex and the City, pregnant, and being chased by government agents who wanted the Pelican Brief. (oookaaayyy…)
After the agents were stopped, they handed me my baby, and I broke down and cried. Just bawled. The only reason that’s pertinent is that, when I woke up, I felt emotionally like I really had cried, for a good long time… just wrung out and clouded.
But the dreams didn’t end there… I dreamed that I woke up – everything in the dream became hyper-clear. I got up, and went to the window in another room that overlooks the residential road. It seemed to be around 3 or 4 am. An 18-wheeler with way too many running lights drove by at a casual pace… there was a burst of golden sparks, like fireworks. When they cleared, the street was empty… until a light blue, t-shaped, levitating object bigger than a car cruised by just as casually. I left the window, convinced that I’d seen something I wasn’t supposed to have seen, and I was going to regret it shortly… it wouldn’t be a friendly Will Smith coming to neuralize me, oh no.
So when I finally woke up for real, I felt wrung out, clouded, paranoid and worried.
Good way to start the day, huh?
