Back in Hibernation

As you can see by my failure to post lately, it seems like I have gone back into "hibernation." Even my last post was lame; anti-Bush protest, what? Obviously the anti-war protest went pretty well, even if the media predictably robbed it of all its power. I may have been rationalizing because I knew I would not be able to go because of my paranoia with regard to arrests and other trouble with the law. Speaking of which, I had a nightmare earlier today because I took a nap instead of eating lunch.

In the dream, I am out partying with two random women (people are always generalized and indistinct in my dreams). They kiss each other, which bores me because I know they're not interested in me anyway, and I look for food in the house we end up in. After some time, one of their boyfriends returns home, and apparently lives in the house. I explain that I wasn't the one to direct anger at, and that the kissing involved the other woman, not me. Nevertheless, he denies me any more food implying that I overstayed my welcome already. So I exit, apparently into a department store of some sort. Since the guy's house seems to be attached to this store, he must have inherited his family's wealth from owning it, so I make the dream-logical move of screaming out "Fuck yeah! This store rocks!" at the top of my lungs. My last-ditch effort to get back at my rival scares the customers, but also brings immediate police presence, which of course is where the dream turns into a nightmare. I'm no better with police in dreams than in real life, and as I try to run away they tranquilize me (think Metal Gear Solid). It takes a long time to fall asleep, and they even resort to more darts, and the general feeling is one of hopelessness and failure.