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bah!
Today has been a day of Not Very Good-ness. Last night I was exhausted, only I couldn't sleep. I must have woken up five or six times in the night. Why, I don't know; my on-again, off-again cold isn't particularly on-again just now, I hadn't napped yesterday, I was not very stressed, I was not in any sort of pain, there was nothing wrong with my mattress or pillow, and there were no loud noises or nightmares -- except a minor nightmare, actually, which turned out to be PROPHETIC. You know how you have those dreams where your teeth start crumbling and falling out? I have those a lot; I don't really know why, because I have fairly decent teeth, and I take fairly decent care of them. Anyway, sometime this morning I had a far more terrifying variation: the keyboard of my laptop was cumbling and the laptop itself was disintegrating and generally not being in good shape at all.
Remember how I said my dream was prophetic? Well, yeah. It wasn't nearly so interestingly melodramatic, but the laptop crashed this afternoon. It is still crashing whenever I turn it on. More irritatingly still, its pre-crashing somehow managed to wipe all of the data off of my iPod. Fortunately Moony himself is perfectly all right, I just have to PUT EVERYTHING BACK. I mostly have, and am copying things from the second computer just now, but EVERYTHING ON THE LAPTOP IS CURRENTLY INACCESSABLE. (YES, THIS MEANS SPN. I MAY CRY.) Fortunately Jonathan thinks that all hope is not lost and will look at it tomorrow. I have spent a lot of the day feeling icky -- my head fogged up and I am having flashes of weird almost-nausea and general tiredness -- and attempting to resucitate my poor fallen comrades, and reading very hard, and feeling incredibly restless and unhappy. I wish it wouldn't take so bedimmed long for our application to rent the house to be either approved or denied; one of the things I hate most in the world is waiting when you haven't any control over the outcome. You just sit about and wait and wear holes in the floor.
Remember how I said my dream was prophetic? Well, yeah. It wasn't nearly so interestingly melodramatic, but the laptop crashed this afternoon. It is still crashing whenever I turn it on. More irritatingly still, its pre-crashing somehow managed to wipe all of the data off of my iPod. Fortunately Moony himself is perfectly all right, I just have to PUT EVERYTHING BACK. I mostly have, and am copying things from the second computer just now, but EVERYTHING ON THE LAPTOP IS CURRENTLY INACCESSABLE. (YES, THIS MEANS SPN. I MAY CRY.) Fortunately Jonathan thinks that all hope is not lost and will look at it tomorrow. I have spent a lot of the day feeling icky -- my head fogged up and I am having flashes of weird almost-nausea and general tiredness -- and attempting to resucitate my poor fallen comrades, and reading very hard, and feeling incredibly restless and unhappy. I wish it wouldn't take so bedimmed long for our application to rent the house to be either approved or denied; one of the things I hate most in the world is waiting when you haven't any control over the outcome. You just sit about and wait and wear holes in the floor.
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I dropped my laptop twice last year, and the second time ruined the hard drive, so it turned on perpetually, ie made the start-up noise once every ten minutes while the CD drive whirred. I had to get a new hard drive -- I hope you don't! but if this sounds like your computer, that may happen. Boo for computer troubles.
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I heard somewhere that teeth crumbling dreams are supposed to be signs of some great trauma repressed. Considering I can't remember anything very traumatic in my life, I don't know how true this is. But the dreams themselves -- traumatic, yes.
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*hugs*
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I've never had tooth-crumbling dreams. I have, however, had dreams about future events, which, when said future events actually take place, give me a REALLY CREEPY WEIRD DEJA VU FEELING. :P