Sleep, sleep, damn.
I'm in a boring annoying, half-asleep state, where one static idea or situation keeps going round and round in my head, without me being able to do anything.
I think I'm actually awake, just lying in bed.
It's a game of Nethack (Ohhhhhh geeky. Graphical at least). I'd been playing it when I was awake, and now I was thinking about my game. I'd gotten far further than in my average games, and had just killed a couple of big monsters, but at the same time, was slightly doomed as I'd lost nearly all my resources and gear, and was still really far from the end. I was stuck because I kept telling myself not to play it now, I'd make a mistake because I was sleepy, and to leave it til morning.
And at the back of my head was aware there'd be no point, so kept trying to save it.
ctrl-s. ctrl-s. Dammit!
Then I wake up properly, and realise that oh, I really was going by dream logic, because,
a. how could playing the game in my dream affect anything? Not to mention the 'ctrl-s'.
b. waaait, that's not a game I'm playing, and I'm, I mean, my character isn't named -
c. Sammy. Sammy. *headdesk*
Oh. Ok, yeah, so I was Sam Winchester, stuck in a game of Nethack.
Zee cheeze.
Damn you Sammy! Why won't my subconscious ever let me be Dean?
(Wait - don't answer that, Brain, I don't really want that kind of psycho-analysis. o_O )
I like Dean. This is probably the cause of more than a little resentment to you, Sam, you know that, right?
Or at least go get laid. Wait. That would, again, be Dean.
*headdesk*
And now I can't sleep.
I think I'm actually awake, just lying in bed.
It's a game of Nethack (Ohhhhhh geeky. Graphical at least). I'd been playing it when I was awake, and now I was thinking about my game. I'd gotten far further than in my average games, and had just killed a couple of big monsters, but at the same time, was slightly doomed as I'd lost nearly all my resources and gear, and was still really far from the end. I was stuck because I kept telling myself not to play it now, I'd make a mistake because I was sleepy, and to leave it til morning.
And at the back of my head was aware there'd be no point, so kept trying to save it.
ctrl-s. ctrl-s. Dammit!
Then I wake up properly, and realise that oh, I really was going by dream logic, because,
a. how could playing the game in my dream affect anything? Not to mention the 'ctrl-s'.
b. waaait, that's not a game I'm playing, and I'm, I mean, my character isn't named -
c. Sammy. Sammy. *headdesk*
Oh. Ok, yeah, so I was Sam Winchester, stuck in a game of Nethack.
Zee cheeze.
Damn you Sammy! Why won't my subconscious ever let me be Dean?
(Wait - don't answer that, Brain, I don't really want that kind of psycho-analysis. o_O )
I like Dean. This is probably the cause of more than a little resentment to you, Sam, you know that, right?
Or at least go get laid. Wait. That would, again, be Dean.
*headdesk*
And now I can't sleep.