a mixed bag of wtf?

monday night i dreamt something about someone telling me that a cool song i heard on the radio was by diana krall. (i doubt this song was by diana krall.) i bought a cd, and another cd that was remixes of the first one. then i was in a parking garage, and a woman was cutting in front of me. when i asked her what her rationale for that was, she said, "because i actually live here", and i said that was fair enough. then i was talking to her in her apartment. she was apparently hearing impaired (which i saw no evidence of) and she was also blind. i told her that my mother had been blind, and so this did not impress me. we chatted for a while, and she offered me pizza. she had three different kinds, but couldn't tell me which was which because she couldn't see them. she showed them to me, and i chose broccoli and cheddar. then i was going to leave, but thought we should keep in touch. i said i was going to leave her my phone number, but realised she wouldn't be able to see it. i asked her how good her auditory memory was, because if it was good, i'd tell her my email address. but she didn't have voice recognition software, so that wouldn't work either.

last night i slept badly, and had a number of odd dreams. one involved there being a cobra in my bedroom, and nymsa waking me to warn me, saying she'd already been bitten. we had the antidote, but it looked suspiciously like a bottle of colored water with cloves in it. i didn't understand why we weren't calling 911 and heading to a hospital. i asked her, and she said the antidote would be sufficient. i was doubtful. i didn't know if i'd been bitten while nymsa ran to get the antidote, and i was also worried about the cats. we didn't know where the cobra was. there was something wrong with both of us, and we were sluggish. we waited for a doctor, and i asked the doctor if it was conversion syndrome. she said it might be. then i was out walking on a path looking for the snake by myself to prove to her that it existed.

and just before i woke up this morning, i dreamt that one of our students was off, and had smashed one hand on each of my big bosses. i was instructed to go help and look after one of them. he denied all of my assistance and i got sick of trying so i left him there. there was a shift, and then i was watching some sort of ani difranco retrospective on the tv with some other people. it was covering all different periods of her career, and then suddenly there was some video of her dressed like britney spears or someone of that persuasion, and she was singing some horrible pop song called "not my boy." it sucked. and then i was suddenly *in* the retrospective, and ani (looking better) was leading an arena of children in some song called, "now we live like an indigent people", in which living like an indigent people was a good thing. i can still hear it in my head. the show was ending, and findlac came to herd me and as we went to meet up with nymsa, who was very tired, col told me that my other coworker (also called jenn) was upset because she had actually heard of the next band (called "the competitors") and she was pissed that we were going to leave because she wanted to hear them. i pointed out that she had driven herself there and could stay if she wanted. people walking by us were still singing "now we live like an indigent people."

surely everyone meant "indigenous"? i don't know.

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last night was the worst night of sleep i've had in a while. the past few days they've been getting progressively worse. it seems to be because of physical discomfort, namely my back and chest.

i must get ready for work, so i can fight cobras and not be indigent.

today has been fired.

i'm up for some escapism.