Dreamage, etc.

[serinde]

Two weird dreams last night. In one, I was at some party, or at least it was near the end of said party because only about half a dozen people were left and they were all crashing, and had mostly settled down on air mattresses and the like; but the main plot, if you will, was that the host was being extremely importunate to me, not due to any charms of my own, but because he had heard I was "easy". So the whole dream was me trying to dodge, distract, avoid and re-route him (while not disturbing the other guests)--the situation was not perilous, so I didn't feel that throwing a punch was called for. I sense that this is my subconscious trying to come it all Freudian at me, and I am not amused.

The other dream had something to do with the nasty trickster God of cucumber worms. That's all I remember.

They're watching bad videos downstairs and now I have the absolute worst earworm produced by the United Kingdom during the 80s (and that's saying something) stuck in my head.