I dreamed I was living with fatheadhippo in a 3rd floor apartment with a front porch. I went out one day and there were people all over the porch, talking and chatting and sitting at tables I didn't remember. I looked out over the railing and... Burning Man was happening. Right outside my house. There was desert as far as I could see and I could hear the thumpy rave music. I sat down with this one woman who was pregnant and started talking to her. We got along really well. I told her I was still thinking about getting a ticket, especially since I didn't have to worry about actually camping, what with my apartment being right on the outskirts and everything. One of the guys at the next table over was loud and irritating and wouldn't shut up (OMG, the shock). I hoped he wouldn't be hanging out there too often.

Then I dreamed I was taking the bus and not getting anywhere. And I kept losing my shoes and it made me cry. There was another part, but I forgot it.

Then I woke up and it was 4:30 AM and something outside my window was making strange noises and I'd gotten a whopping 1.5 hours sleep. This evening I'm helping fatheadhippo with last minute packing and prep for her trip to Hawaii. She leaves tomorrow morning. Tomorrow afternoon/evening I have shopping/sushi/movie/cuddle plans. Wednesday I have dinner plans. Thursday I have dance class. Perhaps I will just save up and sleep all weekend.

I've been playing with tarot cards lately, as a way to frame my state of mind. They've been disturbingly accurate in pinpointing things to work on. So I just asked what I need to do to get through the day, and drew the 7 of Swords - Uselessness. The meaning behind that one is scattered energies and depression. The need to leave a situation for new possibilities. I'll take that as "Get out of that job. Making plans will cheer you up."

The weird thing is, I've drawn that card in the past three readings I've done. It's a 62 card deck (Major and minor arcana - I don't like the court cards). I don't know what the chances are of that, because my math functions have gone to hell from exhaustion. The other two times I drew it were questions I was asking about my relationships with a couple of important people, and I drew it reversed, which is a prompt to deal with any feelings of uselessness. Which, again, disturbingly accurate.

Anyway, I have to go shower and eat some Froot Loops and leave for work. It would be very sad if I ended up late at this point.