I created a blog for my Aunt-in-Law Margie today, and that’s just about the only productive thing I’ve done so far. I slept in until noon. I didn’t really sleep, though. I got woken up at 10:30, and then just laid in bed cause my head hurt too much to move and the blankets had that nice slept-in softness. I was having weird dreams all night. The one that went on the longest was I got dropped off at the local community college for some classes, and spent all day going to school. I don’t remember any of the lessons, but I remember a lot of the students were in pajamas and wrapped up in blankets. And there was some guy who sat next to me who kept winking at me and flirting. It was strange. He was rather handsome, but he had bad breath and he had that creepy look in his eye; that quick flicker where you can see their eyes go down then back up again, sort of undressing you with their eyes. I hate that. A guy did that to me at a chinese restaurant night-before-last. It’s nice to know that I’m not horrible looking when I have a cold, but still. Heebie jeebies.
So anyway, back to the dream. This guy kept following me around and it slowly got dark. I got pulled into a room by a little girl I actually know in real life, and we talked for a while. When I went back out into the hallway, there was that guy again. We walked around and I realized that today was supposed to be the first day of some class, but my Mom had forgotten to give me my class schedule. I wandered around, entered a few random classrooms, and couldn’t find it. The dream ended with me (still followed by the creepy guy) meeting with the provost and explaining what happened.
I suppose that dream could be analyzed to mean something important, but I can’t think enough right now to get through it. I’m rather interested to find out what that handsome creepy guy was supposed to mean. (I don’t usually follow dream interpretations as truth, I just think they’re funny, and occasionally close to reality through some strange subconscious path.) I’ve been so out of it today. I’ve seen IMs pop up, but I didn’t *see* them so I kept doing whatever I was doing. Then, five minutes later it would hit me, “Doh! That’s an IM? What was I thinking?!” and finally click it open. Or I just left IMs unanswered, staring at them, my mind thinking about something else or nothing at all. I really want this cold to go away. I hate being lethargic. It gets in the way of my plans and makes all of my emails (and blog entries, obviously) just a little too crazy.