Weird...

[trinityvixen]

Last night/this morning sometime (I pulled another waking/sleeping every hour this morning, so I have no idea), I had a dream where I was wearing my khaki, heavy skirt that my sister bought me for Christmas. I was barefoot, standing on some mud, and there were all these narrow, planarian-headed, black worm-like things sticking up from the mud on occasion. There was some trick to it, like stepping in a certain way, such that when they came up to attack your feet (probably for stepping on them in the first place), you could avoid the stingers they had.

Oh, yes, the stingers were like itty-bitty syringe-skinny needles that shot out of their heads (like the little pins that the bad woman in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon launches at the monky guy). If you get stuck with them, there's some horrible toxin in it. I, of course, in trying to avoid the sticking managed to collect quite a few little stingers in the soles of my feet, the tops of my feet and, oddly, on my skirt (which is how I know I was wearing that particular one). More odd still, I didn't experience any of the terrible death that I should have for getting so many poisoned sticks, which I had to sit and think about (in my dream, mind), and go, "Well, that's strange, isn't it? Maybe they're not poisonous?"

Then I was sitting there pulling each of this hair-thin pins out of my feet (it didn't hurt to do this, it was just tedious, like picking fuzz off a sweater), and my boss came along. She was, as ever, extremely disappointed with my progress. Whether with my picking-out-the-pin rate or the fact that I got stuck so much, I'm not entirely sure, but she wasn't happy. Then she said something like, "Well, collect as many as you can, maybe we'll get three milligrams from the ones we have." I assume she meant the poison that ought to have been welling up massively in my blood, which made me confused about the worm-y things poisoning. Next, I thought, "Hey, remember how squeamish talking about worm infections made you in AP Bio? Yeah, this is like that." Then I woke up. End of bizarro-dream.

I've run into several people this week I only know tangentially or haven't seen in forever. I saw Liz M's friend May the other day, on his last week working, too, and Wednesday I saw this guy Will from freshman year Chem lab who I think is still on my buddy list. He got on the elevator to the 1/9 platform at 168th and I found out he's living on 89th and 2nd, which lead to discussions of how to travel uptown et al, and I discovered he's actually pretty cool, which is nice. I like to think I make friends with cool people (to make up for my own deficiencies in that area). I saw another guy from when I worked at the library on an elevator (pretended not to recognize him for I had nothing to say), and this morning, when I came to work early, I saw Melissa, who used to work next to us. We chatted a bit and I realized I'm a dumbass even more when I talk to people who are clearly harder working and smarter than me. She mentioned she was going to start her fellowship at Cornell. I asked if she was moving. Duh, idiot, Cornell's med school is in the city. She was actually moving, making it easier on her commute, since she lives in Chelsea (which I pretended, too enthusiastically I bet, to know about), wished her the best and dove for work.

Craziness. Anywho, see you folks at the movie tonight. Bring your towels! (not really)

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[viridian.livejournal.com]

I had a dream about bugs made out of glass. They were hard to kill, too, because they were big, and nobody wanted to step on them and get glass all over the floor, and they were sturdy enough that hitting them with a small book did nothing but annoy them. GAH. INDESTRUCTABLE BUGS.