Wiccan Whirlpool

Check THIS one out! This is what I get for spending several hours interpreting dreams on yahoo answers yesterday, watching Resident Evil, stressing about an exam tomorrow, and taking NyQuil before bed last night.

So I sort of “come to” on the way to see my Cognitive professor, who teaches the class where I have the exam tomorrow. Nice guy, obviously super smart, paces a lot, and I want to work with his student group in actual real life. So anyway, I’m on my way to see him about my project assignment. I head into the psych department, which looks more like the Hive from Resident Evil than any place I’ve actually ever been. During my first visit I have my kids with me, and things are fairly ok, but I remember having trouble getting Abby to come with me when I’m ready to leave–go figure. We have to stop by a bathroom, and inside there’s a soda machine that only delivers leaky and half-empty soda bottles, so my Coke is all over me before I can step away from the machine.
I go to see the professor again in his office. He’s there waiting for me, and I get my assignment, which is to go out to Saturn and look at the moons that are eating the material from the rings. Unfortunately Don, my husband, can’t take off work to pick me up to the airport and my mother-in-law can’t keep the kids the whole time I’ll be gone. The professor gets pissed because I just can’t be relied on for anything (I think that’s because in waking life I had to miss class on Wednesday, and I wanted to go).

In the mean time, my friend Kestra who is an actual expert on just about everything and who has cool toys got a new teeny tiny computer, and she waltzed in and took the sought-after student pet spot for this professor (and no, he’s great and everything, but I’m a little old for that kind of silliness ). So now he’s not speaking to me at all.

This wouldn’t be that big of a deal, except that another professor in the department is a werewolf, and he’s coming after me and the other students in the group. I want to hide in my prof’s office because his door locks and I think I’ll be safe there, but he won’t let me and boots me out. I have to scramble around trying to find a safe place to hide from these werewolves before I get bitten. Some other students and I run for a lab at the end of the hall, where they do crazy biology experiments (this is from a dream I had a couple of months ago). We’re running around these high school style lockers trying to get back to the ones where they keep the guns and the miniature man-eating sharks, with the goal of either shooting the werewolves or shutting them in the lockers and letting the sharks eat them.

Cut to another scene, where I am apparently now in a heated competition with Kestra for the favor of my professor. He had to go out on another assignment, and left me in charge of figuring out how to work a green canvas laundry basket in the department bathroom. All I can remember is that there were rappelling lines and canvas straps on the thing, and I guess I figured it out, because I recall being proud of myself.

Lest you think that’s TOTALLY twisted, I was also answering potty-training questions at yahooanswers yesterday, and I also watched Tomb Raider II, which does feature a scene with Angelina Jolie in a silver get up and safety lines (she is *so* hot, MMMEEEEEOOWWW!!). My dh just painted our dining room green.