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I had a very disturbing dream last night about YooHoo drink being made from large lizard innards. In the dream you could get a bottle out of the vending machine, or pick out your own live lizard. I'm still traumatized. I have no idea where any of that came from, but it made getting a soda at work vaguely disturbing.
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Dear AIM,
Given that you are one of my primary mediums of communication, it is totally not okay to crash. It's especially not okay to not-quite-crash, leaving me to believe that various people are just writing really really really long responses to me. And 3 times in one night is just overkill.
Thanks,
Cat.

So, I had this weird dream last night. Weird it it's almost normality, really. I mean, I was watching birds outside my window, and then someone told me about a job they thought I should apply for. Except that, you know, there was a lion outside my window as well, and it was Jack from Torchwood suggesting a job in the interstellar fleet. Apparently Kentucky is like a whole 'nother planet.
It's stuck with me all day. Partially because my reaction to the lion was to think that Mom would be annoyed that it was messing up the brush pile, and possibly for my excitement over seeing a grosbeak and a hummingbird, even in my dream. (Albeit a hummingbird that was potentially going to be reclassified into the same class as dragons. I love that even in my dreams Mom is up on the latest bio news.)

And I got my vegan baking books, so yay. And the strawberry cupcakes were good if not really strawberryful. And I'm reading Ursula Vernon's new children's book, and I'm definitely enjoying it more than I think my niece will, but that's okay. She's a tad young for it anyway.
And I have an appointment with an allergist next week. I should have gone a long time ago, but now that I think I'm developing new allergies I'm concerned enough to want to go. Especially since I'm worried about soy, and you know what soy's in? Everything. But worst of all, chocolate.
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I slept in until noon today. This resulted, yet again, in strange dreams, including dreaming that I wandered in to the living room to discover Ann as an 8 year old girl. I was so confused by this that in the dream I realized I was napping, and could indeed feel the couch under my cheek. This would have been fine, except then I had to realize again that I was dreaming and figure out taht I was in bed.

Walked to class in really nice whether, considering. Found an abandoned dollar bill, which I took to be a good omen.

Classes were long, and ranged from far too much information crammed in, and a google exercise for a member of the Mossad (this would be far more exciting if we hadn't know exactly where to find the info), to a "get on with it already!" statistics class.

Wandered over to the student center briefly, and helped PSP steal liberate a table from the Miskies.

Got catcalled on the way home, from the world's most redneck punk and his friend. I've never received an appreciative "Day-um!" at such close quarters before (this was from the hairspiked and punk-rock redneck) and having a part dachsund mutt sicced on me to the tune of "Git'er, Leroy" was certainly an adventure. Leroy, at least, was kind of cute.
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I had a random creepy dream last night. I dreamt there was a dead body lying next to the piano, and that I couldn't get anybody to do anything about it until Dad got home. I was not at all worried about who the body belonged to, just that it was there, and kind of in the way, since I couldn't clean up the cat puke on the carpet until the police came through. And when I finally, after a many tries, actually got as far as calling 911, (after I'd tried, like 411, and some other not-quite-the-right-helplines) someone kept talking to me, and I couldn't here what was being said, but apparently I was to leave my name and number and let them call me back. And still, there was this dead body, kind of between the piano and the bookshelf, and I had to keep preventing my parents from tidying up the house in the meantime, while constantly having to step over the legs. It was wearing khakis and brown shoes, but that was all I could see.

I think, just maybe, I might be a little stressed about something.

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