knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,
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knittingknots

Oy Veh! What a way to wake up on New Years!

So, I probably got to sleep about 1 or 1:30.  Then this morning, sometime near 4:30, I began to have a dream.

I dreamed I was stalking Hillary Clinton to make complaints about whatever she was talking  on (it wasn't like she was running for office.  In the dream she was doing something to support Bill Clinton)...like the type of person who sets up embarrassing complaints at a rally.  She was very angry with me, and i with her, and then we were walking down what looked like Canal Street in New Orleans, and we were arguing, and then began to agree with each other about something.  Next thing I know, we were being buddy-buddy, and I woke up with a horrendous headache.

Never dreamed about her before.  It was a bizarre dream.  And not one image from InuYasha popped into that dream....weird enough that I haven't been back to sleep yet!

But the sinus headache went away.  Bet my mind was just trying to wake me up so I'd sit up and let my sinuses drain.

Dang, though, brain.  I'd rather dream about Naraku than American poltics.  Shiver.
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