Oh so tired!

Yes, I'm awake at four o'clock in the morning. Oh, these stupid storms won't stop! There's been a big one every hour since two, and they keep waking me up. But the real reason I'm writing is to record this absolutely freaky dream I had. I would've just kept laying in my bed during this one, but it's got me all nervous now. So: I was working late at the theatre with MC (I think). The weird thing was that the theatre itself was down at the bottom of this giant parking lot, and the bathrooms were in an outhouse sort of building on the other side. I think MC and I had finished cleaning up and were going to go home, when one of the managers came up to us and told us that we had to stay later because they were going to do a big nuclear test when everyone got out of the movies, and the bathrooms needed cleaned. I ended up being the one to stay, but I think I drove around for a little bit first because I had changed into my blue superman shirt. I realized that I was going to have to be in uniform, so I started changing my clothes in my car and came back. I was a bit late coming back, and had to finish changing in one of the restrooms. When I came out, there were a ton of people dressed in beige all jumping up and down at me yelling that they needed to pee. I cursed whoever hadn't flushed any of the toilets, and flushed all of them. They were all normal toilets, except one of them flushed with a push-button thing, and the last one had no water in it. I looked at my cash register (I have no idea why I had that in the bathroom... it was one that you just pull out like in the box office), and then started cleaning the floors. I found a ten, and got up to check if it was missing from my drawer, and on my way over I found three more. While I was counting the money that was in the drawer, I noticed a bunch of little folded-up bills on the floor under the counter where my register was. It looked like they had just been swept under there after they fell out of people's pockets. I picked them all up, and then moved over to clean near the door that looked out into the main hallway in the bathroom. The door to the outside was propped open, and I could hear everyone outside preparing for the test. I figured I'd be OK, because in their building they were a lot closer and they were in no danger, and no one had told me not the be in the bathroom. I kept cleaning, then I heard the sounds of the detonator powering up. I never heard the explosion, but I knew that it had gone off because suddenly everything got really hot and my neck hurt really, really badly and whenever I moved it it cracked a lot and got worse. I decided that I had to get out of there before the second test, so I ran outside and got on my dad's red Suzuki (no idea where that came from) and tore off down the street weaving through traffic. I passed a lot of motorcycle shops, but the one I was looking for was all the way at the end of the road. I got there, and they were showing this big TV event thing with all sorts of musical artists, and on the bottom they were speculating about which musical guests were going to coincide with the nuclear tests. The video that was on when I got there was the Red Hot Chili Peppers performing a song by some other group with Pepper in their name, and it was a really faint lovey sort of song but they turned it into a strange mix of one of their hit songs with the background music of the other cut in at odd times. Everyone agreed that they wouldn't set off the bomb during that song, but everyone was watching the sky back up towards the theatre to see the bomb go off. There were also two hooker girls nearby complaining about how stupid Missy Elliot was. I was standing around near the entrance to a building nearby with a group of friends, and they were all wondering who the person riding the red Suzuki was, because they'd never seen anyone go down the street that fast. They were certain that the person had come from Pizza Joe's down to the shop. They called up my dad's friend to find the person, so I figured I'd better leave before he got there to look and found out that I had my dad's bike. I took off down the road, and all of a sudden he was behind me. I tried to look like someone else, but when I turned onto the road behind where I live, I had to head in the opposite direction of my house so he wouldn't be right behind me. I got up to about a hundred miles an hour, even though I didn't really know how to shift the bike. I remember talking to my sister at the same time and telling her this, too. I passed a lot of slower people on the right so I wouldn't have to slow down, then there was a cop coming the other way. I had already slowed down to 45, but he got ahead of me and stopped me for passing on the right. I tried to hide the bike in the woods, but he painted a line on the grass and said that if I didn't push the bike there I was in trouble. He insisted that I stole the bike, and I tried to explain to him that it was my dads, and then suddenly we were in my dining room and he was telling me he couldn't find any of the documentation so I must've stolen it from somewhere, and he wouldn't believe me that the stuff was under my dad's bed. My dad did finally get home, but I don't think he was too mad at me. The last thing I remember is the speeding ticket, which was done almost entirely with pictures, and it was checked off under mom-endangering behaviour.

Gosh, this thunder won't stop! And it's freaking me out, because the noise was the same for the bombs in my dream. Gosh darn my fear of nuclear weapons. I think this is probably because I was talking about Alas Babylon to my sister, explaining that it's worse to have to read than A Separate Peace. Which is true, especially now. That booked freaked me out before Baby Bush was battling terror and the evil empire/axis of evil. I wish this rain would stop so I could just go back to sleep. I am so tired. It's still thundering though, so there's not much hope of going back to sleep until it stops.

Pain and Torture, Fear and Loathing

Let's play a game! Why is the evilhippo doubled over in pain? a) She's all achey from the shot she got yesterday. b) She's got cramps. c) She got only five hours of sleep last night. d) Her body hates her, it's all of the above. If you picked d, you're correct! You get a prize. Your prize is... um... two industrial strength Midol! Yay! And now I'll be hyper all day today because of all the caffeine in these things. And, mostly likely I won't get to go anywhere today, since I didn't get to finish shopping last night because my sister was being a colossal pain in the behind and my mom didn't want to go anywhere else.

Ugh, I'm really hungry, but there's never anything for breakfast in this house that doesn't contain disgusting amounts of sugar. I think I'll go take the compost outside, because it really stinks over here. I wonder why WinAmp won't shuffle the playlist correctly anymore... there's no reason for all five of the Our Lady Peace songs to show up right after one another... though, I suppose it is probable. Stupid probability.