My Dream

Saturday night (after a long, bad day--see other entries) I had one anxiety dream after another--back in school with missing assignments, lost on the highway, one thing after another. Finally, right around sunrise, I was stuck in this dream where I was working in an office that was also a big kitchen, and somehow I'd failed to pass on a message and screwed things up and the cook was yelling at me---and I suddenly realized it was a dream, and I LOST IT.

I marched over to the cook and told her that this was a LOUSY dream, that she sucked, that I never wanted to see her in my dreams again. And then I started yelling 'FUCK YOUUUUUU!!!' and giving the entire room the finger.

And then, just for good measure, I went *back into my previous dream* in the college library, got on the library PA and told *that* dream to fuck off, too.

Damn. You know how dreams leave echoes behind that sort of float with you through the day? Ever since I woke up, in the back of my head there's still this little voice going 'FUCK YOUUUUuuuuuu....'

It's pretty damn cool.