I slept WAY too long last night (no, I did not just get up, I've been up for a while), but I actually feel rested. I haven't felt really rested in, um, well... some large time period. But man did I have some fucked up dreams. One was a complete clusterfuck crossover dream. It was a combo no pants, I'm not going to graduate high school, I'm being framed for something very bad dream - with guest appearances by bluegargantua and his in-dream-SO erajia, who lived in a very strict Mormon neighborhood somewhere in upstate NY. And the Mormons were very displeased that I'd crashed in their ditch, and wasn't wearing pants. Oh, and very large free roaming RC cars were all over my high school, I rode on one at one point. Um... maybe I've been watching too much Robot Wars.
OK, so the guest stars and Mormons are probably due to reading LJ and watching a TiVo'd episode of City Confidential about Salt Lake City just before I crashed.
That's not the half of it, but I know hearing about other people's fucked up dreams isn't always as entertaining as having them.