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So last night, I dreamt I got home and went to take the trash out in the snow and bumped into Jim Henson and Kermit-the-Frog-dressed-as-Bob-Cratchit. And I went inside to tell Chuckro about it, but he was incredibly upset and pissed at me. Because he had been fired earlier that day, and had emailed me in the afternoon, but I hadn't checked my email before I left work, and he thought I was being incredibly insensitive, and when he realized I didn't know, he thought I was being incredibly irresponsible, and just in general was devastated. And also, y'know, fired.
The night before, I dreamt I went back in time to an alternate 1950s which was kind of dystopian (more than the 50s were) and the air was full of smog all the time. I'd gotten subbed in for kind of a fifties version of myself, where I was the daughter of an naval officer and all. And I had to go to charm school. Which was awful. Horrifyingly repressive gender roles and all, evil terrifying headmistress policing our every step. Among other things, we had to wear necklaces that indicated if you'd gotten drunk (which was a no-no) and apparently for me (not necessarily other people) one drink was enough to set them off. Can you imagine being a modern feminist being trained to be a magazine perfect 1950s housewife and you're not even allowed to drink? Anyway, I was only supposed to be there a few hours, but it extended to a few days and then on into the future and I realized I was never getting retrieved. And I didn't really have any other choices and had to marry this awful stuffy misogynistic asshole and before I knew it a decade of misery had gone by. And now it was the 60s. And somehow I stumbled into this random laundry full of poor women washing stuff in tubs, and there was Ivy03. Who had also gotten sent back, but hadn't gotten the benefit of landing in a middle class family or charm school and had spent the last decade scraping by, and had gotten caught in a protest riot and accidentally gotten someone killed and was deeply traumatized by all this. And took me to meet her hippie dropout friends, especially this new guy who she was convinced was going to solve all her problems and I looked around the group and realized the new guy was Charles Manson. And then I woke up.
The night before, I dreamt I went back in time to an alternate 1950s which was kind of dystopian (more than the 50s were) and the air was full of smog all the time. I'd gotten subbed in for kind of a fifties version of myself, where I was the daughter of an naval officer and all. And I had to go to charm school. Which was awful. Horrifyingly repressive gender roles and all, evil terrifying headmistress policing our every step. Among other things, we had to wear necklaces that indicated if you'd gotten drunk (which was a no-no) and apparently for me (not necessarily other people) one drink was enough to set them off. Can you imagine being a modern feminist being trained to be a magazine perfect 1950s housewife and you're not even allowed to drink? Anyway, I was only supposed to be there a few hours, but it extended to a few days and then on into the future and I realized I was never getting retrieved. And I didn't really have any other choices and had to marry this awful stuffy misogynistic asshole and before I knew it a decade of misery had gone by. And now it was the 60s. And somehow I stumbled into this random laundry full of poor women washing stuff in tubs, and there was Ivy03. Who had also gotten sent back, but hadn't gotten the benefit of landing in a middle class family or charm school and had spent the last decade scraping by, and had gotten caught in a protest riot and accidentally gotten someone killed and was deeply traumatized by all this. And took me to meet her hippie dropout friends, especially this new guy who she was convinced was going to solve all her problems and I looked around the group and realized the new guy was Charles Manson. And then I woke up.
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