Well, reading Foucault's Pendulum last night totally set me up for nighttime failure! I dreamed all night long about some crazy conspiracy theory and it was running through my head over and over like some scene from Pi. All I remember is one part where I and several thousand other people were in a mall but had to swim through a mud infested pool from one end of the mall to the other to cleanse ourselves, and then I was jumping from building to building at nighttime with my lover to escape the police. No fucking idea where that came from. I woke up feeling like I drank copious amounts of alcohol last night, and I didn't! |