this morning i got what i deserved for not getting out of bed until 8:15ish...had the craziest nightmare that grew and evolved until it was just long unwaking horribleness. strange how a nightmare can stretch on interminably but really only take the space of seconds.
in my dream there are witches and figures in black, skulls and death and darkness, then somehow i am flying through the air over weird primordial looking plants. next i am in some kind of glass building, trying to fend off the figures (seemingly straight out of the matrix) who are trying to kill me...all of a sudden janeane garofalo shows up, all mystery men, and is handing me her bowling ball/father so that i can escape through the air..and somewhere in the mix, i am turning on the lights in my room, only to realize that my room has been transformed into my roommate's room....the only other time i've been so glad to wake up was after the ax-wielding murderer nightmare....
i'm hazarding a guess that there's a strictly one-to-one ratio here; death=work.
and of course in dreamland, flying is escaping, or in my case, attempting to escape; i don't seem to be very good at it.
i'm still puzzling over janeane garofalo's presence...and the pop culture refs? who knows where that comes from. maybe i just went waaay over my cookie quota yesterday. more than likely, the 7 plus cookies are to blame.
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