potent dreams and impotent fury

i've been having weird dreams lately. it might (in part) have to do with the fact that i slept 13 hours 2 nights ago and 1 hour last night. i might (in part) have to do with the fact that i'm possibly just nuts.

i don't really know.

nonetheless, two nights ago i had an awesome dream that involved me landing in a hot-air balloon in a futuristic London occupied by heavily armed asian soldiers of indeterminate nationality. i spent some time sniping soldiers and jumping from rooftop to rooftop, but the team i was meant to rendezvous with had been waylaid and so i was essentially alone in enemy territory. after a harrowing chase through the elevator shafts of a huge office building, i found myself on the roof of a utility shed in a large park, where i discovered that the invading army's ultimate plan involved destroying all the vinyl records in London, thus demoralizing their enemy by creating a dearth of hi-fi 70s rock. the dream ended with me hooking up a turntable and blaring a zeppelin record (i think it was the song remains the same) across the park.

i don't remember the one from last night as clearly, though it was on the same level of insanity, and was suddenly truncated when the dude downstairs swung his fucking medieval battering ram into the wall of his living room, or whatever it is that he does at 4 in the goddamn morning pretty much every morning that makes my entire apartment shake like there's a bomb going off.

for some reason i'm being super-pissy this morning. something about having to deal with the police regarding them kicking my fucking door in, and having to deal with (for the third or fourth time now) with the person (who shall remain nameless) who has an AML session after mine coming in when there is still five minutes left in my class and moving all of my shit across the room (including a pile of student papers) while i had my back turned talking to a student so said person could set up the stuff for their class. i appreciate efficiency as much as the next guy or gal, but, seriously, if you have to start moving my stuff around to get your class ready, shouldn't that be an indication to you that maybe you've come in a bit early and need to just chill out for five minutes until my class is actually supposed to be over?

i should stop ranting angrily and focus my energy on something productive. like destroying everything in the universe.