The Mono

Okay, that was a strange dream.

( ramblings )

Well, the "turn around and find a smiling serial killer at your elbow" nightmare isn't how I would have chosen to wake up, but there it is. At least it happened only fifteen minutes before my alarm was set to go off.

I find that I really couldn't give a flying one about the last final today, despite it being the toughest of the three. I'll run over my notes and give it a shot out of a sense of duty, but it's barely on the radar.

Then it's Thursday night again, and we have a lovely creepy two-part Doctor Who to watch. Yay!

I slept poorly, partly because of the heat and partly because I managed to mash my finger with a rock yesterday. I have a high pain tolerance, but this was bad enough that I couldn't sleep.* Given my general record with painkillers (they rarely do much of anything) I was grateful to discover that a hefty dose of acetominophen did the trick -- though it gave me a bit of a lurch when it kicked in. I took it because I didn't want to take ibuprofen on an empty stomach; I think I'll take my chances with aspirin from here on out.

At least it's only the ring finger on my off hand, and it doesn't seem to mind typing too much.

I'm feeling okay despite all that, though. I still want to know why deyo was leaning heavily on a cane and looking tired, but unfortunately my dreams rarely come with background information.



* No, it's not broken.

I hope the people in DC are happy. I hate waking up in darkness.

I woke up even earlier, of course, because of nightmares that Suraklin had succeeded and was now sending armies of black-clothed sasenna after us, with enough magic that they could fade out of darkness like ninjas even in sealed rooms. One of our companions was a sweet honey-haired woman who suggested wistfully we could go to her city/country of Summerlin, but Antryg nixed the idea, saying that no matter where we went, the sasenna would hound us. He looked tired. Joanna was having a nervous breakdown in his arms after flattening a sasennan who appeared in her bedroom while she was sleeping.

I was dealing with an idiot housemate who answered the phone for me and didn't understand hand-signals of "I'm not here" (can't let the people out to kill me know where I am) when I woke up... just in time to wake Nick out of the nightmares he was having. It was an hour before the alarm was supposed to go off, but I couldn't breathe and I finally got up. Now I feel tired and cold.

I would say that I shouldn't read before bedtime, except that I know these books so well by now that I wouldn't have to read them to have dreams like that.

I'm supremely unmotivated in that "it's the last week of classes" way. I really should read my biochem book to figure out what the hell my teacher's rattling on about, but I'm on LJ instead. Go figure.

( Idle chatter )

It's odd. I've been starting to have the occasional "empowerment dream", in which some guy who really strikes me as bad news comes up and does something inappropriate... and I am completely unperturbed. I actually chuckled a little at the one last night. My dream-self found that guy, and his complete failure to notice that I was wearing a shirt emblazoned with "Personal Safety and Full-Force Self Defense", very amusing. I was certain that I could take him out any time I liked, and that meant I wasn't scared at all. It puzzled him.

In real life what I did was unwise and would give mixed signals, and I am nowhere near so self-assured that I can just laugh off people like that even if I thought it was a good idea -- but I find it interesting that my subconscious feels that confident and safe. The dreams started about a year after Impact, which is probably how long it took to fully assimilate all of it... it feels like a good sign.

One of the last snippets of dream from last night involved wanting to keep my drink cool outside in a park. I had a tap, but running water into my soda would dilute it. There was a large cistern or portable pool nearby, filled, with what looked like a plastic tarp or something wrapped all the way around the outside. I figured running water cools things pretty well, so I directed the tap to run into the plastic outside the cistern; that way it could cool the whole thing, as it surrounded the cistern with a sheath of running water and ran off into the ground nearby.

It didn't work that way.

The plastic sheath filled up, but before it could tip out to let the water spill onto the ground, it tipped inward. I had a lip of water-filled tarp starting to fall over into the pool inside... and once it starts to fall, gravity takes over. It started to drag the rest of the tarp up and over. Okay, thought I, time to walk away and find higher ground...

I could see what came next, which was that something buckled, and the whole thing came crashing down in my direction. The tarp unfurled in sections as the water came pouring out of the pool/cistern, and created an ocean with rolling breakers, one crashing after another after another. I laughed hysterically as I ran along the top of a low hill, and the sea crashed against the green "beach" downslope as my laughter cried out like gulls. I had brought the ocean to the park.




I remember thinking at the time that firestrike would approve.

If that hadn't been Kiefer Sutherland, he would be dead right now for getting that damned song in my head again.

I debated sleeping more today (I went to bed at almost 3 last night) but decided against it... I'm not sure I want any more of those ( weird-ass dreams. )

I'm still oversleeping (11 hours today) and waking up far later than I want to. I need it, I guess -- I've been procrastinating fiercely, which is a sign of exhaustion for me. It's still annoying.

( It does make for some odd dreams, however. )