sylvar: (What Would Alton Do?)
"By contrast, the men who ate Brie experienced rather odd, obscure dreams, such as driving against a battleship, or having a drunken conversation with a dog." -- "Sweet Dreams Are Made Of Cheese", a press release from the British Cheese Board


I bet that'll be a pull quote in some bored editor's back pages.
sylvar: (Library Nut)
This morning I dreamed that I left about an hour late to the Harry Potter premiere because of various stupid things I had to do around the house, and then I had to run/walk several miles north-ish to the town where it was actually playing, only there were no sidewalks, just curvy roads with lots of 18-wheelers on them and thick brush by the sides of the road. I woke up supremely annoyed before I even got to the premiere.

The night before that, I dreamed that I was being pointlessly and ineffectively tortured. I didn't know who my captor was but I had already offered to tell them anything -- not out of fear, just because I don't have a whole lot of secrets. And yet my captor decided to "torture" me anyway by gently tugging at my hair, tapping me lightly on the chest, etc. And then they'd ask "So, are you ready to talk?" and I'd say "Um, YEAH, I already told you I'll answer any questions you want." "Oh, tough guy, eh? Well, let's see if this softens you up." And then it was back to the gentle hair-tugging again. I woke up baffled and moderately annoyed.

I need to start dreaming about being happy and calm.
sylvar: (Did you hear? (Utena))
I dreamed up a great idea this morning. Let's combine banks and pharmacies. They're both good at counting things very carefully, storing valuable stuff, and dealing with federal regulations. You could set up a recurring prescription that would debit your account, call you to tell you it's ready, and call the doctor for routine refills.

Besides, some days, don't you want to get your change in aspirin?
sylvar: (Hmmm. (Giles))
I feel that I should be heard loud and clear
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears


Oof, that was the commute from hell. After I ran into Kinko's to photocopy a few pages for Jodi and then dropped her off on campus, I hit the worst ordinary traffic I've seen. (There's been worse, but it's involved Gator football home games and other major disasters.) From the time I got to the interstate until about 150 feet from the door, I spent more time stopping than going.

Oh, and before that, I had a dream about how easily people can be motivated to do evil.

Last night I had the strangest dream... )

The local gas supply seems to be stabilizing. Stations advertising gas for $2.99 actually *have* gas to sell. They're rare, but nobody seems to be out of gas around here. So I guess Tampa doesn't have any noteworthy problems now. That makes us awfully lucky, at least until a storm hits us...

The wars you bring, the babes you drown
Those lost at sea and never found...

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