nightlife

lately my dreams have been full of metals, like the monster with the metal face who I had to fight with a pitchfork (to kill him, I had to stab him in the heart, but he blocked all of my attempts, and I ended up stabbing him in the neck, which made him laugh at me with evil metal laugh while I tried to pry his head off), and then last night the cityscape that had me walking along a narrow metal bridge with a bruised rubber ducky in my hand. these are unsettling dreams, dreams where I'm lost or confused or disappointed or disappointing. and though my waking life seems contented enough I wonder at my deeper mind, which is clearly less satisfied.

and speaking of satisfied, or not-satisfied, I haven't had hot water in five days. five days! in january! that's just wrong.