Last night I dreamt of helping some how with a literature/culture awards ceremony (like the hugos, but very much not). Somehow all the choices had been pre-selected, and some woman was making the decision about the final winners and losers. This is mostly just as a build up to when I was reading over the list of finalists, Jenny was listed there, 5th of 6 under the video/dramatic presentation. I was like, "Jenny, it totally doesn't count if you just give us the movie, you have to have actually done something about it." (in apostrophe--Jenny wasn't actually in the dream.) Upon further research (Ie, looking at the cover of the box), I discovered that Jenny had researched and written "Crusoe!"

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Yesterday had among the weirdest dreams I've had in a while--an almost sad one first, and then some later on that made me wonder--one of seeing a friend of the kitchen boy in a wine shop, and getting invited to a party at his place (which made sense, since he was supposed to invite me to something a while ago), and then another of being at the party with among other people, my brother and his gf, and my date who was the tea boy. And the tea boy and I went off and were PG-13 together, completely with the fade-to-black, wake up the next morning sort of set up. The tea boy said since we'd slept together, he got to see me naked, and I had an arguement with him that basically said I'd be naked while we were fooling around, but he wasn't going to see me like, walking around the place naked.

I was super lazy today and did much lounging around restarting my computer (I was uninstalling/reinstalling software, trying to get rid of an error message. I think I have. And everything may work yet.) for most of the morning, then walked over to the bookstore to read bad books and then strolled back and down first to get ice cream, but then ditched that plan in favor of sitting at the tea shop reading and thinking about writing. It was almost raining when I left, but that stopped mostly, and I got called by the boy in Providence who is currently in the Raleigh area. it was lovely talking to him. I still love him. Many didn't know I'd stopped, which I hadn't really. Just worried a lot lately. He may be coming to boston in about 10 days, and will have lunch with me then, probably. we'll see. Now it's bed time for me. Night!

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Current Music: Athlete - If I Found Out

Okay, so I got scolded for broken links on friday by a coworker, which usually means I was sloppy and hadn't been planning on giving it to him when I did (which I totally wasn't, since I did it last monday and tuesday, and then was taken over by the need to get all of my work stuff straightened out). So. Apparently this has actually been weighing on my mind (it's not a big deal, and my coworker will laugh when I tell him this), as among other parts of my dreams last night, I dreamt of the job, and getting put entirely onto webpages, for the woman in charge of history and something else. So I was dreaming about making webpages, in some alternate world where this didn't work the way it was supposed to at all, and I combined it with my curiosity about my story going up today, and thus had a dream that included, something being installed on a dead hedgehog, with references back to the dead badger and linux, and thought to myself, what a freaking weird dream. it somehow included the line, "Lies like a White Rabbit, 9.0 which was very important for the dream. And somehow this dead animal installation stuff tied into my story. Which is live, but alas, has nothing to do with installing things on dead animals. So. I'm just weird. And cold, and need a shower.

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Current Music: Travis - The Fear

I miss email less when I don't worry about work. Got an IM from a coworker today, and chose to answer it rather than delay getting what I want even more so. This may be a sign of growing up, it's hard to say. Of course, reading email is frustrating since there are some stupid, stupid issues I could resolve in an instant, except I'm on dial-up, not DSL. I miss DSL.

I'm not just on a dial-up here, though. I'm on a dial-up with a computer monitor that changes colors slowly as I watch. White. Yellow. Bluish. Redish. back to yellow. So on and so forth. I'm going into boston tomorrow--I don't know when, exactly, or for how long, but I've got to drop off my stuff and I think we're going to the aquarium and to JP for dinner at a really nice indian restaurant. Saturday's the birthday party, and sunday I should be back in town at some point, so it's probably the next time I'll update, and I may even try and see what others were up to.

Oh, I had a fabulously complicated dream last night. I mean, so cool. Some sort of different society and it had three boys in it! And it was like, perfect romance novel world there--they were all interested in me, but vastly different, and I can't actually remember if it was at all about romance--I think one of the three boys I was interested in, but definately not all three. one was named Nick (also the name of the coworker who IMed me this afternoon) and one was a beautiful blond boy, much like my chai boy. And there was a coffeehouse, and a library, and something else, I believe involving bikers. And a resistence. My dreams are cooler in my head.

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The school bus pulled up across the street, and part of me was like, "oh, no, I'm late!"

This ties in with a dream I had the night before last where I was back in school, but really more at grad school, and one of my high school friends was there, and she was of course totally organized and on top of things, where as I'd slept through a class and hadn't taken any notes and wasn't sure I had the right books.

It wasn't a nightmare, mind you--I wasn't like, running around freaking out, I was just sort of like, "Yep. I knew it was going to be like this." An Eyore dream.

My dad will be here (in theory) any moment, so I'm going to go finish making sure I have everything. Does anyone know why I have a banana full of monkeys? Anyone? Andrea? Anyone? I moved music onto my mp3 player just now, so I have some songs I'd been missing--Jenny and the Ess-dog, and all of Origin of Symetry, by Muse. Oh, and I should grab the CD of pictures, I think, since they've got the last party on them.

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I don't really like watching shuttles launch, for the same reason that I don't like watching planes take off. I'll come back and watch it later, after I know it was okay, so I don't get any nasty surprises. So I'm glad to read via my friends list that it went okay.

It's supposed to be freakishly hot outside today. I have no recollection of the weather last year, other than the fact that the bread rotted almost immediately and fruit was ripe in a day or two, so I know it wasn't cool and dry, but weather in my memory is always cool and dry, because memories are were you get to fix the things that were actually wrong (which is why in my memories I am taller and skinnier.)

Last night's dream involved me getting married. And also a big ass place, not the House, but maybe a dream version of it. There were parts of it in the house--wandering up to the attic, and seeing the bookshelves from the library the floor below still continuing up. And there were parts outside of the house as well--It wasn't just me (and hubby) getting married, but there were three other couples, and I had to make some sort of trip to take each of them some lucky things--a set of pennies, something else small I've forgotten, and a sheep skin. Actually, thanks to Amanda yesterday, it may have been a fucshia sheepskin, which I hadn't remembered to pack with me, so I told them they'd just have to pick them up when they came on their trip. I don't know why I was traveling by myself and not with the hubby to be. Probably because my dreams never like to decide who I'm going to marry, and it's always just a place holder.

My youngest brother--the full brother--is in trouble with my mom lately, because he's taken to treating her like my dad. So she doesn't want to see him any more until he's going to treat her properly. Particularly because it embarasses his fiancee so much when he's mean to my mom. I'm not allowed to call him up and yell at him about it either, so we'll see if he catches on to it. The same brother is also in trouble with the baby brother, since he didn't tell Duncan when he was going to get married. "I'm his brother. He's supposed to tell me."

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I had a dream involving Prom and Dick Cheney, who a)insisted on shaking my hand and b) told me I was a lesbian because I went to prom with a girl (which did really seem like his sort of logic). The most traumatic part really was that he *insisted* on shaking my hand, and with several variations of shaking. Like whole hand shaking, and then two fingers, and something else, and he wouldn't give me back my hand and I was traumatized. And he kept saying things like, "you have to let me shake your hand, I'm the VP," and I was so mad at him because I don't like him, and I didn't want him to be getting any sort of tacit approval from me, however minor.

The prom stuff I understand since I talked with my dad on Saturday and he'd mentioned there being a lot of prom activity on the bridge (by which he simply meant limos) (oh, and he mentioned someone going to the grocery store in town to show their dress to their coworkers at the cash registers. Which is very sweet and all, until he describes the dress as looking like 'a christos piece involving an elephant and turquoise satin.') I haven't a clue where Dick Cheney came from, and frankly, I'm a little weirded out by it.

So I think that put me in a very weird mood all morning, since it was one of those just before waking up dreams. PLus, oh, hey, i'm wrong. I was going to say, "it's horrid and grey and meh outside," but it isn't now, it's sunny and such. Anyway, it was when I walked in to work today, and I just had this very very very eh feeling on me like I was dragging, even when I wasn't (possibly a side effect of benedyl last night). But I'm still feeling a little icky now since I didn't get lunch, thanks to working through everything and being crazy over all. Work being crazy, not me being crazy. An important distinction.

Dinner--Well, the new cook is okay. Everyone else loves his stuff, it seems like, but I miss the fancy food. I guess it's because I'm rather limited in what I eat anyway, and thus I'd rather have fun little things I might like than things I know I don't like (Spring rolls now join that list. I'm not sure why they exist. Surely one could just put all those vegetables into a nice salad and avoid the whole falling apart while you eat issue, plus not require me to eat shallots. Blech. I swear I can still taste them in my mouth.). This guy's a little too obsessed with Indian/East Asian type cooking as well. Nothing bad, just...not my cup of tea. We'll see. It's not like I couldn't stand to lose another 10 pounds or so. (Okay, I probably could stand to lose another 20, but that's a lot of starving to get to that point.) Ohhh. I bet that's why I was so meh this morning--I ate relatively little last night, I was probably hungry.

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We were sitting by each other at some sort of reunion thing or group get-together. and I was catching something that I'd tossed up into the air, or someone had anyways, and I caught it and I was all pleased with myself and he leaned over and kissed me twice on the cheek. Seriously surprised me enough that I woke up. And just because I'm a freak, I realized that it wasn't the kiss so much as the 'hey, he's got a girlfriend, he's not supposed to do that" internal voice that woke me up.

I'm really pathetic. I know. Other people, they get to do all sorts of bad things in dreams. I can't even kiss a taken boy.

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Current Music: Radiohead - Nice Dream

So last night, I had this very complicated squirrel dream. It was like a really really bad horror movie, come to think of it. Like Night of the Lepus, only with squirrels, and no radiation.

See, there was a conspiracy. Them against us. Only we didn't know this. All we (and I'm not really sure who 'we' were. Possibly teamsters. (*team*sters. not *ham*sters)) knew was that these trucks kept showing up without anyone in them. Like the Mary Celeste, really. And I think there may have been animal mutilations (cats) as well, but I'm not so sure there. But so we didn't know what was happening to the drivers or anything. And then we found a note in one of the trucks, written by a cat (yes, a cat. No, I don't know why.) that said, "Beware the Squirrels" or some such. So we're all like, "But they're just cute little furry--glarg" (the glarg, of course, being when the squirrel rips out our throat.)

So we've caught on to their plan (well, part of it. I'm not totally sure why they were doing what they were doing, they just were doing it. They may have been trying to take over the world or some such.) Anyway, we know, and they need to stop us, so of course, it's chase time! In a strip mall. In disguise. (as no one knows.) They weren't *quite* chasing us. more like we'd run and then another squirrel would apear and chase us for a bit, and then another one, and so on. I'm not sure why we were in disguise (as no one knows), but we were. The squirrels weren't fooled.

And there was another part involving squirrels in the attic (yeah, and you're all thinking I have squirrels in my attic, and you can just stop that right now), but I can't remember if it was a prequel or a sequel. It was sort of like The Birds, I think. I'm also not sure what ended up happening in the chase scene (though I have a feeling one of them jumped on me. But that may just be me having flash backs to the Squirrel Invasion. (Advance party? I think so.)

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So I woke up this morning with a really weird dream running through my head. And I thought it was regency, cause I like that time period, but I don't dream in it. That I remember. And so I was thinking about the dream a little on my walk to work--I don't remember details of the dream, I just remember feelings and stuff like that--and I realized suddenly that I'd been dreaming in the world I built for Firing the Dead. :) Alas, I didn't get any ideas for fixing it, so I'm still not sure what to do with it.

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