Meshes of the Silly Afternoon

I keep saying I'm going to stop taking naps in the middle of the afternoon. But my Shakespeare book is freaking heavy, and that only encourages me to put it down and rest my eyes a bit. And unfortunately, I think the bizarre dreams are only encouraging me... because, really, I imagine there needs to be some outlet for my brain's random activity if it's dreaming up things like Maya Deren playing DDR in my room.

No, really. What the heck? And I just sort of laid on the couch and watched. And somehow, from there the dream got weirder, but I should really stop wasting time now so I'm not up until five or so doing homework... gah.