I dreamed that Michael died and I was searching through the grass in an alley looking for the pieces of a marble statue of him that had been smashed to make room for an extension of a house. I was in FPS mode and could not use my mouse to turn in a circle, only go back and forth so it was nearly impossible to maneuver. I left a real Puzzle Pirates pillage to search. Wtf?
Then I was a passenger in a stylish red sedan with some guys from Reno 911. Sort of post-apocalyptic, people on edge. We got to some big refuge place and by the time we were ready to leave, the car was missing. We had to go all the way back to get a ticket for the car to be returned. The lady at the desk was super nice and gave me a check for gas money disguised as a one dollar bill.
Got the car back and piled into it with a bunch of my old highschool/middleschool classmates. Talk about back stabbing and what have you. Shove 3 or 4 rows of people in that little car. I sat in the passenger side and slept the whole way to try to avoid getting into fights.
The hell.
I woke up about a half hour ago. I think I caught up on my sleep that I kept messing up.
Sent out a few job apps yesterday. Nothing yet. Now I want something :(