i had trouble sleeping last night. it was related to the events of the day. all day, i had been dealing with skizzers being compromised. the short version is that someone kicked apache until it started spitting out candy, and in particular, started spitting out packets at one of the core servers of efnet, which proceeded to rather succinctly destroy said server.

we've since fixed it, and made it so apache can no longer do mean things. but it still fucked me up. so it left me to sort it out in my head and my unconscious. this led to wonderful dreams of running from people who were persuing me for no other reason than they had some kind of dirt on me, and wanted to rub this fact in my face. repeatedly. and there was a section where i was having to run through a knee-high pool full of playmates' tmnt mutagenic goo, known for being the worst most horrible and nasty substance ever in the history of mankind.

being forced to run through said awful-smelling sludge of doom rather well represents my state of dread and general awfulness i was stuck in all day long, but having to work through anyways. it sucked. lots.

i spent a good amount of time hiding in my dream, too. driving around in my civic, trying to escape from these people who wanted nothing more but to find me and inform me repeatedly that they got my passwords, they got some kind of trivial personal detail [which i think were all made up, i recall that one someone mentioned was that they knew my dog's name . . except it was wrong. by about that point, i realized it was a dream. i thought "wait, did they get bad information, or is that somehow my dog's name, but in this dream?"]

so by this point i knew i was in a dream, but i was still unable to escape these people. i was able to shortly hide out in some kind of a building that i was somehow able to drive into [i think i gave myself an entry], and sitting there thinking. why me? this is my dream, this is my stuff, i'm in control. why are they coming for me? why do they have this information? why couldn't it have been someone else? but as i was trying to think these things out, and have an internal monologue with someone who was physically another person in my dream, yet i was aware that they were just an extension of my imagination, all the other extensions of my overactive imagination closed in on us/me. they were storming this nondescript generic building, and as one of them/i was tapping on the windows of my civic, i woke up.

the third nightly running of one of the generic cnn shows was still on, signifying that i had only been out for an hour, if not less. all this torment and strife, and it took me less than an hour to get there and experience. that's what bugs me about dreams, and i guess that's what makes them great. or horrible. or horribly great.

even though i went back to sleep, for another hour or three, i luckily had no dreams to remember. but i didn't get to sleep as long as i wanted, for any number of reasons. [04.22.04@13:59]