So then when I went BACK to sleep this morning, after posting this subconscious projectile vomiting that makes SUCH OBVIOUS sense to me hours later, I had a continuance of that dream. Seriously.

These two fat police officers were getting back into their two enormous tan-colored SUVs outside my old house in Newburgh, parked on the street over by the mailboxes. this time I was aware that they were investigating a series of murders in my old neighborhood done by those same weird boys from the earlier dream sequence. Now, in this I could float around and be whomever I wanted, rather than being myself, which gave me the impression that I was dead or dying or something, probably those a-holes killed me while I was awake and typing the first half of the dream. (Dream continuity is a scaaaaaary motherfucking thing)

So I "was" this cop, and suddenly a large wild tiger stalked by, and I drove my SUV up into the driveway and over the bushes in front of the neighbors directly across from my old house and then around the far side of the duplex. Rounding the corner of the houses, I found that MANY more wild tigers and lions of all colors were running around, clearly having something to do with the bad guys being nearby. (Clearly).

Then (this has made me laugh hysterically all day) I saw a huge HOUSECAT with a normal-sized head and an extremely elongated cat body (we're talking something like eleven feet long) all puffed up and furry like it's pissed off or something, jumping gracefully down the hillside like some weird kind of deer. MAN, that was a weird creature.

Then I was riding my dirt bike down to the neighborhood behind mine back there (where Jeremy Roby used to live, and Andy Thompson, and Jay Cockrum) and I was having to ramp over all these obstacles, and in the middle of one I realized how silly it was that I'd gone back to this dream and then heard the phone ringing.

And then woke up

In other news, there's a mighty email train pulling out of the station with Thanksgiving plans in tow, check your email to find out more

Also, Chris is going to have to be out of my life for good in T-24 hours and counting, give or take 45 minutes.
He hasn't started packing his stuff yet, which is SO annoying

One of my professors (recommendation letter writer) told me it's a good idea to send a little tooting-my-own-horn email to professors I'm going to apply to work with to express my interest in the program and see if they're taking on students for next fall. And I did, and already MOST of them have written me back, been more than helpful about everything, and have made me WAY less worried about getting in (don't ask me why). My person from U of Chicago is trying to set up a time to CALL me and have a chat about things. Crazy, and I've been in the best mood all damn day because of it

Tonight JD and I went to Barnes and Noble and I read the new Glamour and the new In Vogue in their entirety, and there was something very nice and calming about blowing off any responsibilities I had for this evening. Tomorrow, however, is going to suck ass. Except for it being HALLOWEEN and Chris' last day as one of my (unofficial) roommates.

Anyway, I've done more than my share of updating for today and the rest of the calendar year, I think

Alright, I'm now convinced that too much MtV makes you crazy. I watched a couple hours of the slop last night and just woke up from this three-hour long you-go-back-to-it-even-if-you-wake-up-fifteen-times-during-the-night nightmare. And I mean I JUST woke up...I'm only even out of bed this early to try to make sure Raedy's awake so she can take the GRE this morning

OK, here's the dream:

At first I'm on vacation somewhere out west, somewhere that seems to include a hotel or casino type place but also has interesting things to do, like ice climb or snowboard or whatever. I know Mike and Keith are there, and the whole thing has the quality of the time the three of us went to Denver. Meaning for this part of the dream they're teasing me about something so I finally (I think I had the wrong shoes on) crack and agree that I'll go back to the hotel and change whatever it is that's disagreeable. I get there and our room's at the end of the hall. I leave the door unlocked while I'm putzing around, wondering why the relfection of myself includes perma-ho eye makeup (I happened to glance in the mirror in te dream--weird in itself---and I had dark black eye makeup all around my eyes but I remember thinking that it wouldn't come off last night so there was no point in trying anymore).

I putzed some more, taking a ridiculously long time to change shoes, and just as I was about to leave I turned to look out the window, standing by a bed. I heard the strangest muffled sound, like someone trying to talk through duct tape. I looked over to the bed, and saw that the covers were piled up so that someone could easily be hiding underneath. I yanked the blankets aside and found TWO people, wrapped so tightly in sheets they looked like mummies, under there. I freaked out and let them out, and called the police number on the hotel phone, who told me that it would be at least two months before they could come because I had just missed them the last time (cut to weird image of spokesperson girl for police wearing huge diamond ring around her neck repeating what they told me about it being two months)

So later I was telling the people I was there with, and they seemed to think it was not a big deal whatsoever, and that I was just being silly wondering how the bad guys had gotten in there in the first place, who they were, etc. JD and I were talking here and decided that they'd probably let themselves in the other people's unlocked room, attacked them, and then snuck them over to ours. Don't ask me why that made sense in the dream.

The middle of the dream is really blurry...I know that I figured out that the "bad guys" were two of boys who could change appearance instantly and reminded me of the guys from jackass...I remember encountering them in several different contexts, usually them appearing suddenly any time I was alone or almost alone and attacking me, which never really consisted of hurting me too bad, and me fighting them off as best I could. There was one weird scene where I was visiting my mom in her log cabin house that was nowhere near this hotel place, and her mother was there, and we were all having a nice jolly chat in a living room ,until I felt some danger....so I left them chatting obliviously in there about someone's terminal illness (it might have been oneof theirs) and went prowling around the house looking for the boys. I finally found them (they found me?) and we actually got into a scuffle this time, one of them choking me and shit...I remember beating the hell out of both of them, mostly because I was mad that they would come near my mom

So then I'm back in the casino type hotel and I've figured out that these boys are local kids, and that they play basketball for the university around here (even though they're both really short) so I go to the indoor basketball practice arena within the hotel and march myself up to the coach. The boys see me doing so and keep practicing but I know they're going to try to get away so I'm watching them. The coach I have to adress as "your honor" and he looks like brian dennehy crossed with that big white haired guy from coach

He listens to me more than i was hoping he would, when I tell him that I know who's responsible for all the attacks that have been happening, especially to me. He sits all the players down so I can show him the bad guys even though I've already given their names, and of course they're not there. I tell him this and he smirks at me like I'm an idiot and basically tells me to leave, even though it's clear that half the team isn't there.

I walk out of the gym into an empty hallway and realize I'm in trouble. I hear them saying more malicious things like headlines from a paper talking abotu how their crimes have escalated into murders and rapes and thngs, and in the dream I'm aware that this hasn't happened yet but is going to. I grab the nearest thing I can find, in this case the countertop and sink basin of a nearby waterfountain (yeah i don't know either) and chuck it over my head back into the gym to try to get some help. No one notices. Sure enough, they appear, and there's three of them now. The first two grab me and smack me around and I remember one telling me to kick him in the face as hard as I could as many times as I wanted because it didn't hurt, another letting me hit him, etc. The third one, who I soon realized was Eminem, beat the shit out of me and raped me (no, this wasn't extremely vivid or anything, I just got the impression afterward that this is what had happened) and then a group of my friends appeared and chased the boys away unintentionally. This group was all my girlfriends, and everyone was wearing peacoats. I was lying on the ground still, crying about what had just happened, and Ashleigh glared at me and called me a slut.

I got up to try to leave and discovered it was like trying to leave WalMart through the wrong doors, and that I was actually in some kind of super store trying to go out the wrong door with my face all bloody and my clothes a mess and me having to argue with the Wal Mart greeter, who I noticed at the same time I noticed I had that song from 8 Mile in my head was Eminem.

FUCKED UP, HUH?

No more Real World, Jackass, hapkido, etc. for me for a couple days. I'm going back to sleep

Hahahah

OH MAN

I am SICK to DEATH of thinking I can relaaaax for a couple days and then WHAM finding shit in my inbox that's like "Oh hey, Liz? And Raedy? Could you go ahead and do TWICE the amount of work you were already going to have to bust your asses to finish by next Monday? Thanks. And could you guys also redo some of the stuff you've already done on a digital (Degital, if you listen to Hanako) camera this time? Thanks." (Actually, no one says thanks ever)

Ok, we have NO TIME whatsoever to do ANY of this and I swear to crap they just DOUBLED the amount of kids they want for next Monday, and it's IMPOSSIBLE as is, and sometimes I just want to be like "Hey you know what, I am supposed to work for YOU 10 hours a week and I end up in here and stressing out for WAY MORE TIME in any given week than I do over ANYTHING else, so can you SHOVE this the fuck up your ass and get out of my face? Thanks."

And I have SO MUCH stuff to do, just this fucking week....so many errands and so much stuff for grad schools....oh and get this, I found someone else I want to work with at HARVARD, hahahaha, HARVARD, hahah, I can't even type it without dissolving into giggles at how big a waste that $80 application fee is going to be...I have EIGHT TRILLION little things that HAVE TO get done this week for ME, aside from my thesis or hapkido or the lab, and it's REALLY IRRITATING to NEVER FUCKING FEEL ON TOP OF THINGS EVEN WHEN I AM WAY THE FUCK AHEAD OF WHERE I NEED TO BE RIGHT NOW

Jeeze

It never fucking ends, is all I'm saying....it's not even "homework" type stuff, I'm a pro at juggling assignments, it's all this HUGE stressful shit that I don't see time to deal with....things like writing a sissy little note to all the professors I'd like to work with telling them about my interest and asking them questions, things like collecting and filling out all the freaking eight-part applications, some of which are due in a FEW WEEKS, things like writing a personal statement I couldn't be less motivated to do, things that are STRESSING ME THE FUCK OUT

AARGAHRGHHAH