fox | blergh

overslept this morning. bah. not much, but enough. got up for a bit, then went back to bed -- where i had fever dreams of such vivid strangeness that it wouldn't surprise me to learn i was crying out in my sleep. [eta: what i remember at this stage: caught in a sort of tidal-wave-type thing in an inlet in southern california (though i have never been swimming in southern california). i climbed a tree and reminded people that the water that had just risen up was going to have to come back again the other way to get out again. then some friends and i were, i don't know, the bloodhound gang?, we were at a lunch meeting with some people who were going to explain to us what had happened, and at each place there were these butterscotch candies that for some reason we were calling caramel, and i had just put mine in my mouth when i realized that two of my group were collapsed on the floor, and the one next to me was wide-eyed with horror, and i said "it's a drug", and he nodded and sort of started to slump, and my vision went sort of gold and blurry and i said "it's a drug, IT'S A DRUG" and passed out. and when i came to -- in dream-time, only a couple of minutes later -- the Bad Guys were gone, and my colleagues were waking up slowly -- for some reason i was the least affected by the thing -- and i wasn't sure why a whole restaurant full of people had watched half a table fall to the ground, one of them screaming she'd been drugged, and the other half leave, and just sat there. and then -- these were all connected, as dreams are, but i'm not sure how -- we were locked in some kind of subterranean cell and i don't remember much detail about this bit, but it wasn't fun and may have been worse. at one point i accused one of my fellow prisoners as being responsible for "the surge", which was what everyone was calling the tidal-wave thing. we managed to bust out, i'm not sure how, but things were still happening behind us, so we had to keep running and make sure we were safely away. and then i was standing with one arm hooked around a lamppost, looking at the bay or the ocean or whatever that came up to the corner of my street, which it never used to do, and joyce summers was talking to me about willow, and i could see the same conversation happening a few hundred feet away, joyce and buffy, only they were moving a little differently -- so it wasn't like there was a mirror or something, though there had to be some explanation for the names, like credits, appearing on the stone wall above their heads and the exterior house wall above ours -- and i realized i was in some way buffy, and my sleeves were too long and i was making that unhappy-confused face she so often made. is it any wonder i woke up feeling worse than i'd felt when i went to bed?]

finally woke up again half an hour ago, feeling wrung out, lightheaded, dizzy, achy, feverish. just the thing for the first week of classes, eh?, but i'm not in any shape to go anywhere today. have e-mailed People In Charge. may be able to see them later in the week, before each class's next meeting.

any minute now i'm going to lie down again, and hope i don't dream this time.

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