Well, there's nothing like a little household emergency to take your mind off of shit.
I did not dream of being in an airplane last night. Instead, the dreams were significantly weirder than normal.
Dream 1: Starts off in the real world. By my bedside, I have a lamp that you turn on by touching it, and it has a three level dimmer (touch, dim; touch, middle, touch, bright; touch, off). Well, with all of the fans running, apparently there was some electrical noise getting through the power lines, and the light would randomly cycle through. So as I was trying to sleep, the light would come on and wake me up. So I ended up unplugging it. Then it came on again. I freaked. And woke up.
Dream 2: Woke up in the middle of the night to voices coming from the living room. Went out to investigate and there was a woman standing looking out the window, wearing a very 1800's style dress. I said "Hello"; she slowly turned to me, and she had no face, just a gaping hole where her face should be.
Dream 3 had something to do with my ex-wife (Dawn) getting "married" to another couple where the husband was an abusive prick. I wanted to warn her, but she thought I was just jealous, which was further complicated by the fact that I was indeed jealous.
I slept through my alarm clock this morning. Basically, I couldn't hear it. What woke me up was the invasion of the maintenance men, who came in and shut off all of the fans so they could hear themselves yelling.
Got a call from the insurance adjuster this morning-- whoops, the hotel room would have been covered without the deductible, sorry about that.
Today, I'm just tired. I'd rather be cuddled in my nice warm soft bed having my head stroked by a beautiful woman who loves me and wants to comfort me in my time of stress. Then again, I think I'd rather have that pretty much all the time.
Relatively speaking, it was pretty lucky. It could have been a lot worse. The damage is actually quite minimal considering what a large volume of water can do. But it also reminds me why I'd rather own a house than live in an apartment. Even when the house needs work, I know what the work is and how to do it.
My team lead just put together a powerpoint presentation for this weeks staff meeting, and included several Invader Zim references, including the cover of #2 entitled Progressive Stupidity. I have tears in my eyes from laughing.
I know this without having to put paper plates in the dishwasher to test it. It satisfies my sensibilities to take that assumption as fact without having to actually see it with my own eyes. Yet if someone were to ask me if I was absolutely sure, I'd have to hesitate because I haven't actually done it, nor have I ever seen anything which espouses to test the durability of paper plates in a dishwasher.
I just take it on faith.
This could go off into a rant about religion and morality and existence, but I've already done enough of that as of late, and I'm more preoccupied with love and lust and matters of the heart and groin.