Sigh...

Obviously, I can't be left to my own devices for long periods of time.

Mrr.

The nap I had today went longer than I thought it would. Namely because I set my alarm for 7:30PM so that I WOULDN'T sleep more than two hours, and then somewhere in where I woke up to go to the bathroom, I must have shut it off, because here I am at 10:10PM just waking up.

To compound things, the dream I had was fucking weird.

Now, to understand this, I usually have dreams about taking trains: usually to Toronto, and my dream-mother gets angry at me for it (as she would if I were to actually take a train into Toronto).

This one had me wind up in the south of Italy.

Having NO idea how I managed to catch a train into Italy, I proceed to wander the streets. The architecture and weather make me happy, but I'm too uncomfortable with my grasp of the language to try talking to people. I wander through a lot of things in the area, and pass through what looks like a subway station briefly. On the other side and over a hill is a high school (a French one, from the look of things, as the side of it says 'école', but no other name).

There are exchange students outside, smoking. They speak English natively! Thank god. In fact, they sound Canadian.

They tell me that indeed, the building I just passed through was the train station. The train will take me back to Palermo, where I can then take a train to Toronto and then home.

So I go back.

The nice lady (BJ Rye?) tells me that the next train to Palermo (the north of Southern Italy) is at 11:30. PM. It's noon, and I need to get home to finish my essay for 251A before Sunday. This will mean I get home Sunday night at earliest. FUCK! So I sit. And wait. And realize, "wait, I have no money". So I beg David Brideau to let me borrow some... which he does, but makes me feel three inches tall in the process. (David always lends me money in my dreams, but also makes me feel like an ASS for asking.) Then I realize, wait, I could get back much sooner if I did this by plane! Adrian helps me find out that yes indeed, there is a plane station in this city, and the plane leaves from here soon and will get to Rome (where international flights leave from) sooner than the Palermo one will arrive.

I am blissfully happy, except then I realize that I don't have my passport. Or ANY sort of identification pertaining to international travel. I have only a booklet of my health, which has the same badge as the passport does, but this one has things like ratings of my mental health. The paranoia(?) page has ratings like "Shinto has nothing on you. You are Zen."... my checkbox is next to "Spin doctors exist!", which is level three. Adrian is also disappointed in me, which is almost as bad, if not worse than David Brideau...

Somewhere around this point, the Girl Guide troop that Tanya Huff and Fiona Patton run get a letter from Christy Hughes' mother saying that they should not be mentioning their lesbian lifestyle, because Christy is an intelligent and sensitive girl, and such horrible things upset her. Fiona rolled her eyes and Tanya shrugged...

And then I realized, "hey, my dream is probably telling me to sit my ass down and work on that 251A essay. Wait a minute, what time is it? I haven't eaten yet."

FUCK!

Everyone, make sure I don't catch any trains into Southern Italy. I need to do my essay.

Now... to figure out what to eat...