Dream
Odd dreams last night, one running into the other as usual. The most interesting ones came at the end. I went from a normal car full of people driving on a highway to a group of Autobots racing to escape something. I didn't recognize any of them but I think they were supposed to be some of the Micromasters, although Tracks was among them. He was painted maroon with gold racing stripes. The highway led into a trap and Tracks was the only one who avoided it. Then the POV switched so that *I* was Tracks. With the help of two human girls we snuck into the bad guy's base and found the other 'Bots. They had been turned into bumper cars, and had also apparently been brain washed because they were saying this was the greatest thing to happen to them, and they were criticizing "me" for being such a snob about not wanting to join them. I knew I had to find a way to turn them back to normal, so the girls and I started searching the place for whatever had converted the other Autobots in hopes of reversing the process. Instead we found the bad guy, who was as tall as Tracks. I demanded that he turn the other Autobots back, but he showed utter disregard for the harm he had done to them. I became enraged and grabbed him by the throat, and tried to shake some sense into him, angrily telling him it was wrong.
I woke up with the mental image of Tracks' infuriated face. I kinda wish I'd had time to sketch it today. I'm surprised I still remember that many details about the dream.
I didn't get as much done today as I had hoped, but that's nothing new. I did clean out the desk drawers and sort through the stuff in the upstairs hallway so it can be walked through again (not that it's a high traffic area unless someone is looking for something that might have ended up in the Big Room.) I reorganized the TF shelf only for it to look even more cluttered than it did before. Meanwhile, the various anxiety keeps building. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep tonight and there will be better news as time goes on.