evilhippo: hippo (41 [indescribable])
( May. 3rd, 2006 12:34 pm)
I wonder if it's worth looking into why my nightmares always invovle things going wrong with computers? I can have thoroughly bizarre and conventionally scary dreams and not have them fall under the nightmare category... somehow the terrifying ones involve computers. Take last night's for example. Fairly normal dream. Until I was talking to my mom about updating the mac I'd gotten to do some sort of homework assignment that required a special filetype or something. It'd been several thousand dollars, then apple kept charging me hundreds of dollars to update the OS. I was sitting there looking at the webpage, watching the totals climb as it went through each bit of updating (kind of like Windows update) and calling my mom desperately when it went over what I had in my bank account. Then I had to apologize to her for several minutes, because updating the system had cost nearly as much as the computer, and she yelled something at me about betraying my first computer and I felt really bad, even though I'm pretty sure I hadn't had any choice in the mac affair.

That's right, I had a nightmare about betraying my PC and being punished for it.

I don't even actively take sides in the mac/PC debate! (The new mac vs PC ads are even sort of cute. And I only had to shake my head disapprovingly once per 30 seconds, as opposed to constantly.)

The night before last I had a dream that there was some sort of giant spider trying to kill me, as well as some evil syndicate running a sort of underground (as in caves) mafia, who was going to catch the kid we'd turned into a parakeet or falcon or some cross of the two. We called him Wand for some reason, and then realized that, because of the yearbook we had, the mafia was going to attack this poor kid named Aaron Wanderer, because he was a falconer or something, and his last name had Wand in it, so it seemed like he'd be the one we were using to spy. And had I not been busy trying to figure out how this tiny tunnel for fourth graders underneath a giant tunnel for Indiana Jones-style rolling rocks of doom could help us escape, I would've felt more sorry for him, really. Oh, and there was some bit with the 7th floor RA serving buns in the morning while I was waiting for the bus to class (even though I was running almost an hour late). And the worst part of this dream was not the mafia, giant spiders, or rolling rocks of doom. It was that I was late for class.

I think my priorities are a bit out of order...
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