And my subconscious does hate me...

When I woke this morning, I was left with a feeling a dread.

I know that the dream took place in a Martian landscape which was supposed to be Arizona, someone who I had a disagreement with in real life was treating me with a cruelty that I have rarely seen displayed (though she is capable of it in the real world as well as my dreams) and then she threatened to shoot TEA.

Yeah.

I don't know what it means. Well, I have some idea. I know that I am feeling unsure after the events in Arizona, and with my relationships with my friends, and that I worry every day that I am not going to be able to protect TEA.

One of the issues with breaking news is that I will watch CNN or MSNBC for twelve hours straight, with my laptop or phone at the ready and I internalize all of it.

So, the combination of the spicy food (yay for my stomach being normal), too much news, an odd personal interaction, and my general anxieties led to me having a fraked up dream...

But...what was the point?

Well, I had another odd dream, and this one while being dreadful, which had a soundtrack. Worse than the feeling of dread, which will fade as the day continues, the song that was playing as the dream went on left my head as soon as I thought of it.

That's going to bother me for the whole day.

Edit at 9:46

I remembered it.



Thank you, Maynard, for infecting my dreams. The whole "sober" aspect of it is kind of ironic.