Yesterday I had a dream about my favorite person playing with my cat. I fucking love watching boys play with animals. Watching my brother interact with his dogs is guaranteed hours of fun. And, you know, I've seen him play with my rats, and that was super cute, but... person I love best + animal I love best = best ever, it's just simple math.

Last night, I had a dream about having to ritually kill a shapeshifter by slitting his throat, except I was in love with him and didn't want to do it, except I think I ended up doing it anyways. I might have gotten him out of it? But the last thing I remember about the dream is blood on my hands, so probably not. I don't really want to try to analyze that dream.

I am almost done with my thesis. I basically have to stop talking about myself, which should take another paragraph, and then do the conclusion, which should take about two pages, so when I wrap it up I should have a solid 23 pages of content, not counting title page, abstract, and references. Does anyone actually want to read it? I can upload it if anyone's interested. Once I'm done, anyways. I should have it done by noon tomorrow, I'm hoping.

I just... need to focus. Stop getting distracted by Facebook and everything else, just... buckle down and DO it.

I had an AWESOME dream about being a vampire and trying to adopt another vampire as my family, and my friends were vampire hunters but they didn't want to kill me, they just wanted to find me, and like everyone I like was in this dream. And also I could fly. And there were other vampires trying to either kill me or take my other vampire friend, and I was outwitting them all the time. It was super cool.

Also: it is hilarious to have someone who dresses in Lolita fashion be a vampire hunter. Straight up hilarious.

I had a dream that I was a caretaker for four royal children, and I was helping get them ready for a big banquet or something, and in the middle of the huge proceedings someone stabbed the king and shot the queen and I had to try to get all the kids out of the castle before everyone could kill them too. And I think we were in France, or at least some French speaking country, and everyone was nasty, and the kids were all crying and didn't want to leave, and I didn't have enough supplies to feed them or any place where we could stay... it was terrible. At one point I was trying to pack a duffel bag with a change of clothes for each of us, and an archer came into my room and shot arrows at me until he got one in my leg and then laughed and went away.

And then I had to try to sneak them all out of the castle and the only person who was helpful at all was some nerdy security guard who kept calling me "miss" and couldn't disable the alarms.

I don't like dreams that feel so futile. Or dreams in which I get injured. Or dreams about babysitting.

I had a bad dream this morning (well, it was a good dream until SURPRISE ASTEROID KILLED ME), so I went back to sleep until I had a better one, and the better one was AWESOME, I saved a whole enclave of dragons and dragonriders from the creepy circus that wanted to steal the dragons, and then I surfed down a three-story bannister instead of taking the stairs.

So now that I feel like a badass, I can deal with being awake and packing some of my shit and generally interacting with the real world.

I love dreaming. I sleep to dream. I wouldn't oversleep so much if my dreams weren't amazing.

I slept until 6:20 and had weird dreams about some kind of unorthodox school and people coming after me and making elaborate plans, and also the motor in my pocket rocket breaking. Is it sad that that's the most distinct thing I remember about the dream? It was traumatic! I love that vibrator.

Julia and I are going to see Horrible Bosses at 9 and then wait around for an hour until Harry Potter starts at midnight. I am bringing booze and tissues. And a book for the intermission. Then when we get home I am going to finish my laundry and pack for the weekend, and Shane is going to pick me up tomorrow in the early afternoon since we have to be back to hers by prevening.

It's bad that I just want to sleep more, isn't it. I shouldn't be so tired. I need to get up and do something, I think.

I had a very weird dream that involved a lot of dirt. Like, piles of earth, big heaps of soil, a lot of dirt. Also people who didn't like me much, an epic chase scene through woods, and a threesome. So I have no idea what it was about, but I woke up feeling fine, which is kind of weird because I didn't get much sleep at all.

I just... feel very uncertain about everything right now. I don't know what I'm doing in the short term or the long term, I'm being kept in the dark by my parents, who I'm not even sure know what they're doing either, and I have to go back into the car and being in cars makes me anxious.

On the bright side, I have reached a 2:1 ratio of men to women in my hotties list. I didn't think I was going to make it up that high. I have 100 names, I think I should stop at 100. Even if I only post two pictures of each person, that's a ridiculous number of pictures. And I still have to find them all. This is going to be a time-consuming project.

So we decided against the Great Escape because the awesome deal we thought we were going to get on tickets fell through.

I had an entire night worth of dreams about hunting down and killing Nazi art forgers. It was really bizarre. Although I kind of want to go back to sleep, I'm used to sleeping until 2.

I do not know what is going to happen today. I know Amber has to write a paper. I foresee a lot of petting of Angus if he gets up in my face like he do. There may be some reading of fanfiction.

Had a strange dream about getting high with classmates in public places using very large pipes, and then having the principal and my friend's mother commandeer a pipe and smoke with me.

I am missing my pair of jean shorts and I would really like to have them in Plattsburgh. Actually, I would really like to wear them today, if I can just find the damn things. I am also missing one of my Threadless t-shirts. I am really very bothered by this fact.

Dennis wants to leave around noon... which means I should probably get up and look for these things if I want to have them, but... I think I'm going to go back to sleep for a couple more hours instead. I'm quite tired. That's what I get for staying up most of the night.

I have been having weird dreams involving my friends lately. Yesterday I dreamed that Mary and I were doing a magic spell (that looked like making lemonade), tonight I dreamed about riding bikes with a lot of people I like to a really quirky interesting house to smoke blunts while an alien attack happened over the city. I was too busy having fun with my friends to freak out about the aliens.

Nice.

Last night was as excellent as the beginning of the day. The Men's Even/Odd Dance-Off took place in the dining hall and there was lots of examples of bustin' moves from boys on both teams... but, as is proper, the Evens kicked the Odds' asses in a major way! They started it all off with Men in Tights, how could they NOT win?

Afterwards, Shane and Mary and Loey and Ashley and I came back to Dodge and played Apples to Apples until midnight. :D I won with sixteen cards including "smart, pure, absurd, zany, delicious"... a a bunch of very apt adjectives. :D

I had a dream that involved doing art and running away from something, and then being given a gigantic ziplock bag full of super-dank weed and trying to sneak it into the house past my parents. xD

I had a dream that my father gave me and my brother and our indeterminate female friend injectable drugs and we went running across some military base tripping our faces off trying to find my cat. Then we watched a music video about Ron and Hermione, except I kept rocking my chair back so far that it fell over.

The most vivid thing I can remember is laying on my back, looking up, and seeing all the stars go around in circles leaving streaks on the sky.

I woke up to do my reading for Deviance and then went back to sleep for an hour and 15 minutes and had a dream about taking Ambien, walking across campus to buy a drink, and coming back to find a dance happening in Dodge that I had to navigate in a dopey Ambien haze, and then talk to someone about fashion that I know nothing about. Which doesn't make sense because Ambien doesn't do that to me any more, unless I take many more than I'm supposed to.

I was informed that the best time to take a shower in Dodge is between 3-5 PM and 3-6 AM. So it looks like I'm taking afternoon showers from now on, because there's no way I'm staying up that late.

After I come back from class, I have to write two or three of these essays for Psycholinguistics. I have three sentences of one right now. :/ At least I actually get to do my research project on Facebook and not something else, since the other person who wanted to do Facebook/texting decided to change her topic.

I just need to figure out some way to get motivated, because I am entirely not and I need to be. Phillip's suggestion of "if you don't do it, you can't stay at Wells, so do it" only gets me so far, sadly.

I had a dream that I was in Sweden and I had to take Skwisgaar's mother to the doctor after she cut herself on a broken bottle, but it was more like a clinic, and I left her there and went to a movie theater and I wanted to try all the Swedish candy but I didn't have any money. Then the movie theater became a skating rink and my sister showed up with a bunch of feathers and we watched a bunch of ice skaters dancing around to "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" and right as they did the big finish, my alarm went off.

See? My dreams are hilariously bizarre. I love them. I want to dream all the time.

I had a dream that I was involved in a play on campus and I won an award for portraying "Officer 2" in some play set in a bar that was called The Black Queen or The Queen and I or, I don't remember, something to do with a queen. But I was so happy in the dream!

I don't at all remember what I dreamed last night, this was a morning nap dream. But I love dreaming so much. I wish I could sleep for 12 hours a day because I love to dream.

I had a dream that I was an interstellar traveler, using things kind of like stargates to get from planet to planet, and I had a companion who was a little girl, maybe eight or nine years old, and we had some awesome adventures until we came to a planet with giants and some lady giant killed my companion and I straight-up choked the bitch to death in pure rage.

I have been dreaming about killing people with some frequency lately and it kind of scares me.

Weird, weird dream about a techie elite evil cabal that was stealing rich people's kids and implanting them with nanobots to control their minds, then raising them as carnival folk... and I had been nanobotted, but I could fight against their orders a bit, and I stole a motorcycle and exposed the evil and saved the day. Hooray, I am a day-saver.

Fucking bizarre dream, though.

My plan for today: Record podfic, find a box and pack up some books, start assembling whatever is coming back to campus with me.

Tonight has just been a collection of seemingly innocent dreams gone terribly, terribly wrong. The worst one was meeting Elizabeth Burke in a park for lunch and watching in horror as two planes collided in the sky and burst into a fireball of falling parts. There were other less bad ones, but... plane crashes in my dreams really fuck me up for a while afterwards. Most of you haven't been around long enough to know this, but when I was 19 and still not being treated properly for my mental issues, I used to have obsessive and recurring thoughts about plane crashes all the time. Like, multiple times daily, sending me into crying fits and panic attacks. Stupid thoughts like "oh my god a plane is going to crash into my dorm room" that any reasonable person would dismiss without a problem but that completely consumed my mind.

On the bright side, if it hadn't been for those recurring thoughts, I probably wouldn't have gone to see the school counselor, I never would have been diagnosed, and I would still be a pathetic wreck of a human being instead of the mostly functional woman you all know and put up with.

So I guess it's not all bad. But still, I have dreams about plane wrecks at least monthly, and they always, always fuck up my night's sleep from the point I wake up gasping for air until the point I realize that sleep isn't worth it and I may as well call it a day.

8 am is still way too early for me to be up on any day now, though. I am never going to have to wake up this early for classes, because my earliest class starts at 10:30. So that's nice. I will miss breakfast every single day of the week because there's no way I'm dragging my ass out of bed before 10am for the sake of soggy eggs, limp bacon, and lackluster sausage. No way. I'll start stocking my room with breakfasty things so I don't have to worry about it.

And I happened to have one of my plane crash dreams on the morning one of my crushes is flying. I didn't know until I checked facebook and saw his status update. So now I'm going to be worried as hell until he updates that he made it there. Not that I think I have precognition or anything like that, but one can't help but worry.

Some news about the new Torchwood series. I don't think I'm going to be watching it, but I know some of you will be, so there's a hint as to what the series is going to be about.

I had a bizarre dream that encompassed such varied topics as packing for the end of the world, filing folders, keeping house like playing a video game, walking up a fuckton of stairs, my Mass Media professor, and lots and lots of gunfire. Oh, and robots. I can't forget the robots. I went back to sleep a fair few times because I wanted some kind of resolution, which is silly because I never get resolution in my dreams. The last thing I remember was walking back up nine flights of stairs to get a pair of jeans.

Now then. My plans for today involve making podfics (at least one, possibly two) and maybe catching up on Glee to start off my week of TV-watching, and then watching a movie to finish off my two-movies-a-week resolution for this week. But first I have to get rid of this whining dog in my room.

Oh man. I had a great dream. There was a shapeshifter, except he was a vampire, except he only ate fruit, not people, and the police were after him and I was helping him escape, and he looked kind of like Sam Merlotte and we ran away together to some tropical island where we lived on coconuts and bananas and pomegranates.

Okay, that sounds stupid, but it was SUPER cool while I was in it. Also my Logic professor was there briefly but I don't remember what he was doing there. Whatever, Geller's cool, if he wants to show up in my dreamscape I'm not going to sic the projections on him.

Yesterday was fun, there was a lot of geeking out going on almost constantly. We watched MST3K and drank butterbeer and played Apples to Apples (I am delightful and witty according to the game) and then I went to bed while everyone else stayed up and played Pictionary, because I am a lazy lump who requires ten hours of sleep a night to behave like a human being. Brian and April got me books for Christmas! Dresden Files books! Specifically, Side Jobs and Dark and Stormy Knights, and I am completely psyched to start reading them as soon as I finish the Lucifer Box novels.

My train leaves Schenectady in two hours. I am planning on writing on the train, because I've been percolating ideas for most of the weekend. I am bound and determined to have the next spyverse story finished soon! (Can I bribe any more of you into reading it? :D) And it's not like it'll be the first time I've worked on porn on the train from Schenectady to Syracuse. Actually, this time last year was when I broke my writer's block in spectacular fashion writing about Dewey and Parker again. Something about being in this apartment is good for my creativity. xD

Dreamed that Moriarty was sending me love letters so I had to leave the country, and when I was sharing an apartment someplace not here I didn't want to wake up my housemates so I walked through the living room on my hands. It was more complicated than that but that's all I can drag out of my memory.

And all I can think is "why would I leave the country if someone interesting started to show interest in me?" and that's a bit not good, isn't it?

Back to sleep for a couple more hours, I think.