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Dec. 12th, 2016 10:28 am
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It's not that unusual for me to dream about music, or for me to wake up with a song running through my head. However, this is the first time in a long time that I've woken up with a song running through my head that as far as I can tell isn't a song I've heard before.

Annoyingly, I can really only remember the chorus. It's a super-chirpy girl-group pop song, with a chorus that goes, "But oh no!/ What about that?/ Ain't nobody gonna care about that! Oh oh!"

A google search does not bring up any song with those lyrics. It's entirely believable that this is just my brain coming up with inventive ways to get me to chill out, but if you happen to recognize this song as something that actually exists outside my head, please let me know.

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Feb. 28th, 2013 08:30 am
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Dream this morning: I was invited to lunch with a group of Buddhist monks; ended up getting stuck with the check because I was the only one who had a credit card. (Also, was served delicious food that doesn't actually exist. Waah.)
I often say that I don't really have nightmares. I have lots of dreams where strange and unpleasant things happen, but I'm usually very emotionally detached from what's going on while the dream is happening. Last night's dream of viewing an increasingly graphic series of crime scene photos was a genuine wake-up-with-your-heart-pounding, consider-never-sleeping-again nightmare.


In contrast, the dream where I had to supervise a bunch of toddlers playing with a tiny baby pangolin, the dream where I had to engage a 20-foot-tall demon in unarmed combat for a reality TV show, and the hypnagogic hallucination of a tall grey-cloaked figure looming by the side of my bed were relatively par for the course. Though I wouldn't normally expect all three on the same night.

What the hell, subconscious? Except for one rather important meeting that I had earlier this morning, it's not even like I have a lot to be anxious about.

Still, it beats that one where you suddenly realize that you forgot to take an exam and aren't wearing pants.
I dreamed that I was dying. It wasn't painful, and it wasn't scary. It was awkward and embarrassing because I was terribly slow about it, and I felt bad because all my friends and family were there and they had lives to get back to and grieving to get on with and funeral arrangements to make, and I was holding them up by not actually getting on with it and expiring.

And finally after a few days of lingering on in a semi-comatose state, I sat up and said, "Fuck it, I'm just going to live." And my mom went out and got sandwiches. I had ham and havarti on rosemary-potato bread.
So, I know lots of people have the anxiety dream where you go to work/school and realize that you're not wearing any clothes, and lots of people have the anxiety dream where you suddenly realize that you forgot to take an exam. Does anyone else have the anxiety dream where you discover a huge cache of library books that you swore you returned years ago? And are you also the child of a librarian?

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Jan. 18th, 2008 07:13 am
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I dreamed last night that I had to pack up everything in my office at work, because we were moving to a new building. (Something that happens on average every six months at work.) Only somehow I kept finding more and more stuff to pack. I'd look up, and there'd be a whole new bookcase where there wasn't one before. And it was getting later and later, and I wasn't done, and I was supposed to go have dinner with some family members, and they kept calling my cell phone and asking me if I was done yet...

Gee, my subconscious is so not subtle.

I am kind of amused by the plethora of things my coworkers and I had to pack up in the dream - it included two guitar amplifiers (but no guitars), an 18" remote-controlled Dalek, an entire bookcase full of manga and another full of classic science fiction novels, a large potted bamboo plant, and a complete set of Calphalon pots and pans. None of which grace my actual office.

I never like these sorts of dreams - I wake up feeling like I've already put in a hard day's work.

Oh well. I will go for a walk now, and then there will be breakfast and tea, and then there will be work, and then there will be a weekend. Not so bad, really.
The only clearly remembered fragment of last night's dream: