aftertherockets

I had a dream this morning that I don't remember, but there's this weird image stuck in my head. I'm out in the middle of a desert next to a small stack of metal bleachers. The contrast between the golden-brown sand and the stark blue sky is particuarly vivid. There's a man dressed in a dark suit standing in front of the bleachers, maybe ten feet away from me. I get the distinct impression that he's an undertaker (possibly because he vaguely resembles Michael C. Hall). He turns to face the bleachers, and I do as well, and then I proceed to sign my name in a thick, dark red paste, which doesn't look like blood but I know that's what it's supposed to signify.

It's freaky, because I don't remember anything else in the dream but that, and I keep getting flashes of this guy in a suit standing in the middle of the desert and it's a little unsettling. Freaky brain. I like the dreams where I find out first-hand that Josh Lyman is a sex god much better.

I'm working a lot this week, because I have all next weekend off for Rent. I'm really getting excited, it's been about four years since I saw it on stage. We won't discuss what'll happen if the show isn't awesome. Because it's gonna be awesome. And also Racheal and Christina and Stew are coming, AND ASHLEY WHO I LIVE WITH AND SEE EVERYDAY, so I'm really looking forward to just hanging out with people. I don't really get to do that much anymore.

Though, I did spontaneously drive over to CP to hang out with Stew on Sunday. Which was nice, because we ate at Noodles and went to Target and then he watched Harry Potter with me, because he knows I like it. He's also got my computer case sitting out and it's the coolest thing ever. I'm so glad I went with green. It has aliens on it, too! I'm totally gonna have the coolest computer ever. Or at least in my apartment. ;)

So, it's VM night and life doesn't really suck today, and that's a good thing. Let's hope this keeps up.