Fucking surreal.

I'm awake, unbetrayed, I didn't stab anyone, and there are no moray eels (technically more like lungfish with sucker mouth and weird inset eyes that I couldn't get a grip on) eating baby turtles in the kitchen.

New rule: if I'm going to bed past three in the morning, read something other than horror before bed. The dreams are just too weird otherwise.

I was listening to Kelly Osbourne's cover of "Papa Don't Preach" for about a minute before I realized that the weird overlay I hadn't noticed before was the Aeon Flux trailer dialogue. It compliments it pretty well, actually.