Okay, I almost forgot about this fabulously weird dream I had.

I dreamed I was in Hawaii (probably for ASTC, which I have a 0% chance of going to, but this is irrelevant). I was hanging out and I saw a line of people and in the line was… the grim reaper. Needless to say I was creeped out.

But then he came over and talked to me and turned out to be this guy who had died and was just given the job of being the grim reaper. This sounds like a crappy job, btw. When he wasn’t wearing the creepy black hooded cloak he looked like a regular guy. So Mr. “My Job Is Being The Grim Reaper” asked me out.

Since I was dating the grim reaper (this also sounds like a crappy relationship), I suddenly had all these special powers. Like I could go anywhere if I just thought about it. And I could make things appear in my hands in a very cool special-effects awesome sort of way. That came in handy when I wished myself back to Hawaii to deliver an important piece of paper… which I forgot… but was able to get the paper to appear in my hand… it was spiffy.

Anyway, I don’t quite know what to blame for this weird dream. I will just stick with the “it was weird” thing and move on.

Pleasant dreams! Remember, the grim reaper is a bad job and a worse boyfriend. Though he didn’t seem bad in the dream, I just can’t see things working out.

I was going to take the bus, but it’s stupid cold out. I mean stupid cold. It’s supposed to warm up by the weekend, at least.

Well, highway 40 is shut down and nothing horrible has come of it yet. I think this is going to end up like “Pope Syndrome” a few years back: there will be so much fear of crowds that no one will go. That’s the way it seems now, at least.

Went to a murder mystery dinner-ish thing for New Years. The smokers did a number on my bronchioles but it was fun playing two different characters, complete with forgetting who I was a couple times. I played a bloodsucking Louisiana lawyer and a goth novelist chick. Really fun times.

Had a terrible dream about work. When it comes to dreams about work my brain always chooses worst case scenarios. This was pretty much about the stupid workshop thing (which is gone now) throwing up all over my demo lab so that there were glue sticks everywhere… ugh. And as I was cleaning up, kids were jumping the stanchions and playing with chemicals. At least I called security in the dream. And started making a list of what chemicals I was out of after the kids took them.

I’d really like to drop everything and go to MAGfest. However, I’ve already taken too much time off and if my mom is irked about my Chicago trip, she’d be extremely mad about this. Next year, Gadget, next year!

So last night I had way too much coffee and didn’t fall asleep for awhile. To make things even more fun I had some weird dreams. I was floating over this beautiful city at night, so I decided to check out a hotel.

There was no door outside. Instead, I had an elevator between the outdoor exit and the 8th floor. (one or the other!) So I got on and pushed 8. Tom Hanks was on the elevator with me and I told him I thought he was an excellent actor, but he was tired so I didn’t bug him much.

On the floor, I got my key. It was for room 611. I found the door and entered to find a stairway. But it wasn’t quite right. There were two stairways and this obstacle course thing to the upper platform and a door. I navigated the course and saw that one of my students was there and close to finishing and reaching the door. As I left, I told him I’d see him when I got out.

Well now we were on the real 8th floor and it was crappy, loud, and not someplace I wanted my room. I was pretty mad and I wanted a refund. My student joined me and we decided to go downstairs so I could get a refund and leave. But there was no elevator here, so down the stairs we went!

One big problem: My student was somehow undead. So was everyone who was on the obstacle course. Now this student was nice undead, trying to help me get out instead of the whole eating brains business, but the other undead would run up and I’d ask my student to go somewhere else so I could turn the undead with bless 1 (stinking Might and Magic). The undead turned like the werewolves in Zombies Ate My Neighbors, only the cloud of “undead essence” was pink.

We got down to the third floor and there was an exit. I was thrilled. But I went to the door and there was a warning of a detour. Why? Because the parking lot there was radioactive! I watched someone exit the sliding glass doors and they died (I swear I felt a bit of the radiation in my dream… somehow) and of course the dead person became undead and I had to defeat her.

So me and my student went back to the counter to find out about the detour. We went around to an escalator, went down a floor, and saw the real parking lot. I was carefully reading the instructions on how to get out (complete with a model parking lot!) and then I woke up.

The moral of the story is that hotels are trying to kill you and make you undead and that the undead can easily be defeated by bless 1.

BEWARE THE UNDEAD!!

I need to never have caffiene before bed again.