Horrible dreams

Had about six nightmares last night, including being the Victorian fiancee of a crazy amateur scientist whose parents hated me and planning a horrible vacation in a random town in the middle of rural Wisconsin in October that featured outdoor showers that pleased Chuckro Not At All. The worst one was about the business meeting that I have later this week. It started with the standard "I get to work, wearing my new suit, and realize that I have pajama bottoms on", progressed through increasingly terrible and weird things happening over the course of the meeting, and ended when the animatronic figure at the end of the exhibition tour blew the head off the exhibition guy sitting next to me. (Other people had died at that point, and I had food poisoning, but that was definitely the most graphic bit.) Fun times at 3am.

Needless to say, not a restful night.