Blergh. Went to bed at 10pm last night cause I was exhausted and had the headache from hell. I think I caught a cold, cause my sinuses are all blocked up – above and beyond my seasonal allergies. Yaaaay. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillows, and proceeded to have the most fucked up dreams I've had in a long time.
Some images I remember:
– playing croquet with the boys (wtf?) indoors, but on grass.
– looking at Michel's new appliances, while his pet gorilla (?) plays in the kitchen sink
– 70s style roller-skate park, with those god-awful 70s color in big stripes all over the place
– Having coffee at ![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
raspberrysalmon apartment, except its not in Vienna, it's right near McGill, in those old walk-up style apartments, with scary old-crone, bitter, angry neighbours.
– Being called to take a jet because the president of Slovakia (again, wtf?) needs my IT skills.
And the last dream I remember before waking up would make a great movie. Basically, everybody was forced to flee the surface of the earth and head underground (reasons unclear), but a bunch of people and I had to mount a recovery operation to go get stuff (objects unclear) back from above. This thing took place near my old high School, and had just the right amount of suspence to be a thriller, but not be scary. A fun dream, I wish I could relate it better :)
Anyway, I need to get my ass in gear.
Heyho, heyho, it's off to work I go.
