the Dalaverse

::grumbles:: People should know better than to call you at 8:15 in the morning when you have nothing to do all day, especially people who are fellow grad students. I was having a very interesting set of dreams when the stupid Nokia tune pulled me out of them. In one, I was sitting on a beach in the middle of the ocean with my dad, watching killer whales leap out of the water right in front of us. Neither of us had a camera, but we weren't too concerned, we were just in awe. In another, I was shopping at a Toys R Us or something, contemplating buying something for my cousins and lamenting the fact that buying something for one means treating them all, when a lady came up and asked me where they might have a Jackson Browne CD; I pointed her to the music aisle (? Even if they do sell music at Toys R Us, I sincerely doubt they've got any Jackson Browne). And in the third, I was writing a fic for class with artaxastra and penknife (this is interesting because I rarely have dreams with denizens of the flist in them). It was due on Friday (my actual grant proposal, obviously), and it was Jack and James-centric. I don't remember the earlier draft I had written, but artaxastra had just given me a different version, in which all four of them were together somewhere and Will got shot and it was very sad but just the sort of thing we wanted; and I was about to suggest that we turn in hers and ask if I could still post mine on LJ. And then I was RUDELY awoken.

::grumbles some more:: I finally have my favorite plaid Nautica sheets from home, and I didn't even get to enjoy waking up in them for the first time. And I can't go back to bed, 'cause I'll sleep way too late if I do. I think I'll just lie in bed and grumble.