2007-04-04 - 1:44 p.m.

so far, today has been a bit of a rollercoaster. i don't like rollercoaster days. i prefer the whole thing either sucks or rocks or it's just all "meh".

it started with a nightmare at 6am. i really think i need to stop watching crime shows because this is the second nightmare i've had in a row that's been oriented around a serial killer. oi.

the last one was a result of watching a particularly disturbing "criminal minds". i don't know where this one came from, but it was full of csi characters.

the dream alternated between me having an active role in the action and just being a bystander, like i was watching the show instead of being in it.

there was a serial killer murdering people in hospitals and then dismembering them or something fairly disgusting. and some of csi was in the hospital investigating.

it was weird because when i wasn't an active player in the dream, i was watching it from sara's perspective. and i HATE sara. i'm seriously hoping they kill her off.

*ahem*

okay. so me, greg and nick found the killer - caught him in the act. but something went terribly wrong and we took off running. i was jumping down whole flights of stairs to get away. i found a nurse and convinced her to call for help.

grissom and sara showed up and i went with them back up to the room where we'd found the killer. no one was there anymore, but it was apparent that he'd caught nick and greg. we found their clothes in a pile on the floor right where i last saw the killer standing.

another odd thing was that i wasn't always thinking of people or talking about them using the right name. sometimes greg was eric, bob or russell. and i kept calling nick "ed".

anyway, we finally found nick and greg locked in what looked like a cross between a dumpster and those drawer-things the coroner keeps dead bodies in. both were alive and well, but dressed in weird costumes in an attempt to humiliate them.

nick was dressed up like little red riding hood and greg was dressed like an angel.

greg was saying something about convincing a jury that he'd been punished enough when we all suddenly looked up to the rafters and the killer was up there. he dropped a huge cement block right on greg.

it knocked greg right down into the floor. it was a wood floor and just his head and shoulders were sticking up above it. he had this horrible, expression on his face. shocked and somehow dead and empty. sara started screaming, but she was calling him russell.

then we heard the floor start to creak and he fell through it to the floor below with the block landing on him again and sending him crashing through to the next level.

at this point the dream became completely auditory because i "shut my eyes" and blocked out all vision. but i could still hear sara screaming over and over again and the horrible crashing sound as greg kept plummeting through the floors.

it freaked the hell out of me and when i woke up i had to get up and turn on the light to make sure there wasn't a serial killer there to drop a block on me.

then i couldn't sleep for at least an hour. grr!

then just after he got to work, mike called to tell me that we didn't get the house we'd put the offer in on. i'm not nearly as disappointed as i thought i'd be. good thing i never got my hopes up.

anyway, the only good points of today were finally getting my t4, and my big sister screening interview. it went well and they said there's no reason why i won't get accepted as a volunteer and they had a few little sisters in mind that they could probably pair me with.

but now it's snowing. so the day is back to sucking. hopefully work will be dead and i can read. that usually cheers me up.

now, i need lunch and then should get myself to work.

daily dose of stupid:
they said it
cartoonist doug larson: "the only nice thing about being imperfect is the joy it brings to others."

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