Weird dreams One first with some nearly non-fictional work drama, personality conflict with the Boss. It had something to do with iriish music he was playing loudy over the pa. The vague impressions of coworkers encouraged this, telling me to just turn up the radio. Instead I tried to find a cd to play, knowing I'd no Pogues This flowed somehow into the plans for my immediately marriage to a nice enough seeming young man from work who I did not know. And on somewhat directly to the reception, where I was trying to figure out which one I had married. Meanwhile at the front of the room, Michael Dorn was complaining about how the death of his character was ruiined by a last minute edit of the following scene. I did not follow the details since I was starting to be genuinely upset at not knowing which one I married. Was it the fellow with the strong brouge towards the end of that table? I remember thinking maybe this won't be so bad... Perhaps making the NOC look so much like the bridge of a small Federation vessel was not a good idea after all. Also, I am thinking about workdrama waaaay too much. The dosens of pages of wank I read last night did not seem to have much influence. Most concerning is the dissociative aspect of that and perhaps other dreams. If that becames a habit I would be a bit distresses.