And I, as vengeance, had a Nazi dream. We were the Underground, and I was with Colin and other strangers, helping take care of his son. There were adventures, from which I escaped implausibly, but then I got captured. I was in the middle of being humiliated naked with Anthony Anderson, and I looked into the next room, and Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki were there, being afforded some amount of freedom.

I was scheduled to be tortured by the leader, so I gave my best puppydog face to Jared, until he pulled Jensen over to whisper to him, and I awoke with a slam.

Now I just feel depressed about real world atrocities, and can't calm down.

Which tidily matches the ones where I'm trying to wake up and can't.

Ugh, I hate those.

The ceiling in my bathroom has a leak. I am entirely unprepared for dealing with this.

That sensei is no doubt an accomplished private investigator in his own right, as he is quite the dick.

I love Billy's brain.

I think I have a sick. Icky throat, major lethargy, and stuffy nose. Blech. I don't have time for this.

After quite a while without any anxiety dreams, I woke up three hours ago from a dream in which I was at a writers' workshop and Joss Whedon had to tell one of his minions to request (gently) that I not sit at his lunch table, as important people were going to discuss important things. I walked away in a Charlie Brown slouch, sobbing pathetically, and that's when I woke up. Thanks, brain.

They probably just wanted to talk without you there because they're working on a surprise show about how awesome you are.

The only recurring dreams I can recall are being chased off a cliff by some shadowy figure, and I haven't had one of those in quite some time. I used to jump while sleeping so I'd wake up from the fall rebounding off my mattress.

Another day, another application to the U of WI, Madison. Le sigh. I'm kind of glad I'm keeping a spreadsheet of my applications, because I can look back and see that I'm getting interviews on roughly 10% of them, which I've been led to believe isn't bad. I'd still like to move on to the actual job-having stage of the process, though.

Breaking news: tommyrot is the best ever.

bt made me chortle.

btw speaking of "chortle," Franny is busy memorizing "Jabberwocky" and I get the fun of helping her rehearse.

These dreams feel anxious when I'm in them, but they tend to end happily.

Even in your nightmares you remain optimistic. I want to be Scrappy when I grow up.