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This is my brain on enough sleep
So I dreamed that I was assisting an insurance adjuster, who was interviewing someone about an accident. I think the someone was astarte99, but it's a bit hazy.

Insurance adjuster (a woman, who doesn't map to anybody I can think of in RL) has a clipboard w/questions, etc, and I have a few pages that already have massive amounts of (unrelated) notes on them. So person-who-may-be-astarte99 says "Aren't you taking notes too?" And I hurriedly assure her that yes, I am, though I don't need to take as many because I'm just assisting, and I rapidly flip through my notebook trying to find any blank space in which to take notes.

Then Insurance Adjuster Lady says something like "We do have to get on with this, because after the interview, I still have to adjust you." And the dream-camera pans over to the corner, where there is a chiropractic table. Because apparently with our company, you get that kind of adjustment too.

This is what happens when you go to bed at a reasonable hour. See? See???


2005-04-29 05:12 pm (UTC) (Link)


Don't you know that going to bed at a reasonable hour gives you normaltaxpayinghetfanficloving dreams?

*sigh*. Now, be a dear and make sure you don't get to bed before the wee hours of the morning like me - my dreams are always filled with pretty men, Fred Astair-like dancing and the occasional flying monkey. Sometimes, the man-eating spider shows up, but he's scared of 40sswinger!Spike so leaves me alone.


2005-04-29 05:21 pm (UTC) (Link)

Alas I have to be at work at slightly less wee but still wee hours, so I'm trying to get more sleep. Except not tonight! Wheeeee Friday!