Feb 01, 2007 10:45
I dreamt last night that there were large poisonous snakes coming out of the cement in my basement. Every morning I'd wake up to see them leaving their holes and heading out into the world to go about their snake-y business. I really didn't like them though - but who feels comfortable with poisonous snakes living in their basement?
I also think I had a dream that lasted several days. It's a dream of fragments and pieces of rolling over and smashing the snooze button, but it has something to do with arthurian legend, real-life turn-based tactical battles like the ones you play in games, supernatural evils, and leaders falling to corruption. I remember very clearly becoming an old and corrupt king somehow in contact with the realm, and feeling that the peasants were about to revolt at the very same time as Lancelot showed up again. I was looking forward to talking with him again...
ah. and I didn't get the job at harvard. anybody need a roomate someplace? This life will never change unless I move out of this house.