Had two weird dreams last night/this morning.
The first had something to do with nuclear war -- or rather some surreal electric-blue vapor dreamlike equivalent -- and had me bolt upright at 4:30 screaming. I don't remember it too well now, which is probably a good thing.
The second was just weird and annoying. I was sitting at an outdoor cafe with a large group of friends. We were all having barbeque beef sandwiches that were adequately tasty. There were two or three people from WCPN (local NPR station) who were going to be giving away prizes for people in the audience who could answer trivia questions. Except, instead of asking anybody any questions, they just kept telling us all to call their phone number and give them money. Sometimes they would stop to tell us about what was happening in the world, or about how different kinds of insects accomplish various kinds of sound-making. People started yelling at them to ask the questions, so that we could get prizes, since wasn't that ostensibly why they had come to the street cafe? But the radio people ignored our demands and instead kept telling us that they needed just a few more calls, which we thought was really dumb because there weren't any phones around. Finally we all started leaving and went to a place across the street that had phones, where we called the radio people and told them that they were stupid good-for-nothings.
The moral of that story is you should not listen to NPR in your sleep, especially when it's pledge drive season.
- Mood: weird
- Music: Peter Gabriel - "My Head Sounds Like That"