Things I overheard while talking to myself

I'm glad that I both have a good spam blocker and that I'm not particularly gullible, since I've gotten two phishing emails for my bank account info in the past two days. I sent them both over to the abuse teams at the bank as soon as I realized what they were.

I've also been having weird-ass dreams, and an incident yesterday morning when I thought I was getting out of bed but was actually still asleep, but because my head was still down I felt like I was falling over or someone had rotated the room. Or something. Either way it was very strange. And then last night I had a dream where my dad and I were in Afghanistan for some reason, even though the people there and what they were wearing made it look more like someplace in the South, and then something about a carnival and a singing contest. And something about Osama Bin Laden's grave being in the area, ignoring the fact that he both doesn't have a grave (that I know of) and didn't die in Afghanistan. At least some of that I can blame on the fact that I was reading about the Middle East last night and have been playing Left 4 Dead 2, which is set in the South. Still strange.

I also both do and don't want to go back to Boston this weekend, since going back means having to deal with the fact that I'll be out of work in about three weeks. I've also been checking my phone like a madwoman to see if any place I've applied has called me back, and continually reminding myself that the people in charge of calling people back are probably on vacation and that no one will be doing anything until I'm back in the city anyway.

I think I've also mentioned that Mari has been getting along surprisingly well with Stella and Jesse, more so that I expected. I almost feel bad yanking her back into the city with me, but she'll get used to it again.

I had a rather upsetting nightmare last night, mainly it had me and a group of people moving through a swamp or something with really cold water to our knees with several little kids, and even though we tried to keep them warm they kept getting too cold and dying, and we couldn't do anything about it. Ugh. Just thinking about that one upsets me.

That somehow morphed into a dream where Darth Vader of all people had a little tiny kid strapped to his chest in one of those black baby carrying cases, but his spaceship crashed into the same swamp and that kid died, and the implication seemed to be that that was what turned him evil (even though he was already in the helmet, but my brain's not big on continuity when dreaming). That was bizarre but also upsetting. I can't help but wonder if that had to do with what happened to Ryu.

Sometimes I have dreams where something happens like I get $50,000, and when I wake up it's an "aww" moment since it's not real. This was a case of the exact opposite where I was extremely glad it wasn't real. Damn it, subconscious.

Ah, I've started having Claymore dreams. ^_^;

This one was pretty weird after the fact, mostly because it had Clarice and not Miata (they're more or less joined at the hip) something weird involving teams of two having to run over bookshelves, one Claymore that looked like Haruka Suzushiro, being Clarice in modern clothes and escaping through a fruit bowl after being helped by a talking dog (I swear all this made sense at the time), and Galatea in a cowboy hat. That last one was the main thing I remembered. Blind Galatea, at that. And now I seriously want to draw that last image.

So yeah, my dreams are weird. *awkward laugh*