Before I go to bed and have it driven from my head by a fresh batch; the Dream Insanity continues. Two nights ago, I had a dream involving old friends from high school. We were playing games, holding hands and tripping lightly through the garden. And for some reason there was an electric door there; you know, one of those ones that detects your presence and slides open. Except this one didn't. It slid closed, and sliced off the arm of the girl in front of me. It landed at my feet.

Traumatised, I woke up.

Later, I dreamed of more recent acquaintances, and people I've never met. College folk from first year ate critter sandwiches. The critters were vicious and deadly, and looked a little like big, unpleasantly sentient ants, but I'd killed them already, squishing their heads. J² wasn't there because he and Mel Gibson were prisoners and building underground shelters for soldiers.

Who knows where that came from. I certainly don't.