My modules disappeared upon first boot. Then they came back somehow. WTF
I had another dream last night. I was explaining to Jason and Andrew’s parents how they could get to Chicago with the Uhaul as the three of us were getting ready to go in my car.
My first dream took place at work. I was just getting ready to close the building and leave for the night when this weird limo car with a spoiler on the back pulled up to the doors in the hallway to C Section. Grace, Mary, Galina, Alex, and someone else (not from school) all got out of the car. We went driving.. places. I do not remember where.
The second was in some kind of mall place. Elyse was running her own deli type thing that was very successful. In another area of the mall Matt was hanging out with some friends. Apparently Jen knows Matt too. Matt, being Matt, gave me a huge hug.
I was hoping I would wake up in my dorm room, but I guess that is too much to ask, ya know?
Something does not seem right…
Am I just being paranoid? Jason noted that Linda and I seemed “brittle” over the past few days. Everyone keeps getting hung up on the fact that I got upset over her waking me up by dumping water on me. (They sent Phil to check on me after dinner on Friday. He’s a horrible actor.) No one ever cares that I am fucking pissed when Jason wakes me up by pouring water on me and physically drags me from bed onto my chair onto the floor. Or when Kevin shoots me with his airsoft gun. Those fuckers hurt.
What’s the difference?
I’m trying to do things right, but I get this.. feeling that I’m not.
I had an odd dream last night, here’s the contents of the “wtf dream?” file on my desktop:
3/31/07
josh had boobs
didn’t spend time with linda (fell asleep / she came in, left; as usual -_-)
my room at dad’s in third east?
c-cups, he adjusted them
wtf
There are birds chirping at 2 in the morning. huh
My stomach feels funny. (not related to anything else) i think i’m going to go puke now
study java / bio
ugh
And I was eating things.
That’s what I get for staying up all night working on Precalc. Got through all of the derivative stuff though (which is where the polynomials came from), and even worked through chapter six in the precalc book. Meaning, I’m a whole chapter ahead of the class. Meaning. Holy shit. I was behind. But no longer. I rejoiced by napping in class today (what’s new? but at least I didn’t miss anything this time). As soon as I got back to my room, I conked out. Slept straight through Java. Felt soooo good.
I was half-asleep, half-awake. Well, now that I think about it, I was probably seven-eighths asleep, one-eighths awake. I remember seeing Jeremy’s bed above me, and there was a polynomial floating there… Except.. It was me. I was the polynomial, above my own, human, body. And some how I was eating things, such as my consciousness. Damn derivatives!
Easily one of the weirder dreams I’ve had.
So I found out my car gets five miles to the gallon. Piece of shit.
I woke up this moring with fragments of dreams running through my head. One that I remember quite vividly is as follows: I was at work, walking into a theater to clean it. As I passed by one of the trash cans that was out, I got a whif of what smelled like puke. I took a few steps forward, and blew chunks all over the place. It was.. weird..
I remember that all too well, but I can’t remember why I was pissed off when I woke up… I was seriously pissed, like I wanted to kill someone… I remember a bit about people… the more I think about it the clearer it becomes… specific people… a female and a male… I think I know them… I’m not sure… I wanted to kill one of them… the male… It was seriously the weirdest feeling.. waking up from a great sleep, only to be in such a bad mood…
