I’ve started having dreams about lab. This is either a bad sign or a good sign, depending on your point of view. Since I like to be positive, I’ll say it’s a good sign that I’m thinking about the experiment I’m running and lab is slowly inching its way into every crevice of my brain. I woke up this morning moderately worried that I’d left a male in the small experiment tank overnight (that tank’s not aerated [though the large experiment tank is]), but I know for a fact that I put him back in his home tank. So he’s fine.
I go into lab every day, for anywhere from 5 minutes (Mondays when I only have time to feed them) to 6 hours (weekends) so it makes sense that I’d start dreaming about it.
As long as I don’t start droning on and on about lab to people who aren’t interested I suppose it’s all good. :)
And fish-related dreams are better than whatever I was dreaming about before the fish. Something about peeling a zombie. Why would I want to peel a zombie?!
My brain is weird.
In other news, my Spanish class is cancelled for the rest of the week! We’re doing oral interviews, which will basically be a 15 minute chat about the semester, the presentations we did, and how we’re doing overall. She said it’s not for a grade, and is just for our benefit. She’s such a nice lady… My interview is tomorrow. I like chatting with her.
Anyway, this means that I can sleep in quite a bit on Wednesday and Friday if I want. Woo sleep! I have top rounds Thursday night, so it’ll be good to get some extra sleep.
November 26, 2007
I had a very animated discussion with an older gentleman on a bicycle in a cave, trying to get him to tell me why it was bright as a cloudy midday at 3am. He left later, without ever giving me a satisfactory answer. Then my commander showed up and reprimanded me for alerting the enemy to the presence of the empty cardboard box in the cave, which I was supposed to know I was guarding because someone or something was shining a laser pointer at it. I’m not really sure how the cave got in the post-apocalyptic industrial setting, but aside from the destruction and decay the cave had a nice view (I noted this while trying to locate that box I was supposed to guard). Then the RA office suddenly appeared (was it in the cave?). I was still rather baffled about being awake in the strange daylight 3am, but was content to hang out in the office with the crowd of people and turn in paperwork and a picture of a goldfish I drew for my boss. After making some butcher paper signs without any writing on them, I decided it was time to go home and go to bed. However, a girl showed up to turn in someone’s ID badge that her parents had found 2 years earlier and never returned because they were missionaries. I informed her that the owner of the ID badge (a woman with brown hair and indistinct features) had probably procured a new badge by now, but I’d put it in the lost and found drawer.
And then I woke up, convinced that I’d gone to bed at 3am and why on earth was I awake at 6am?! But I went to bed at 2am and it was actually 7:59am, 1 minute before my alarm was set to go off.
If I look tired today, this is why. And I really did draw a goldfish for Elisa.
October 29, 2007
Normally my dreams involve zombie bears, wild leaps from train car to train car, bunny rabbit rental from an ice cream store, movie characters in the cafeteria, gigantic lions, or vague impending doom (and often combinations of those), so I was a little surprised to dream about attaching a mirror to my closet door last night. Not that I’m complaining. Dreaming about the relatively mundane was a nice break from my usual dreams.
Though I would’ve gotten in trouble in real life for using screws instead of sticky tape to attach something to my closet door.
October 28, 2007
