What Dreams May Come.

Jeez. Sometimes I hate my brain. First, I ended up having a dream where I was, for some reason, living in the same house as my graduate advisor. Which I was pretty cool with, for my advisor is all that is nifty on this earth. But then she was bringing a class home for a discussion group. I was working my computer, which had inexplicably gotten a really nasty virus and was being infiltrated by some weird hacker person, and all these students begin congragating in my room to hang out until the session starts. Worse, one of them brought along her younger brother, who resembled a particularly annoying friend of mine. He literally draped himself over my shoulders, and never mind the fact that I don't like to be touched by people I don't know, he kept reaching for my keyboard, grabbing at my face, and groping me. Conscious of the fact that my advisor was around somewhere, I was trying to use Acceptable Techniques to get this guy off of me, but eventually lost my temper, broke one of his fingers, and then proceeded to grab a stick and beat him into a bloody pulp.

Way to go brain! You have managed to incorporate fears of both physical helplessness /and/ fears of losing my temper and committing violence into the SAME DREAM. Good on you.

By contrast, the scifish dream with Cthulhus stalking the halls of a building and gobbling up people like candy was tame.