This flowed somehow into the plans for my immediate arranged marriage to a nice enough seeming young man from work who I did not know. And then on somewhat directly to the reception, where I was trying to figure out which one I had married. Meanwhile at the front of the room, Michael Dorn was complaining about how the death of his character (Worf) was ruined by a last minute edit of the following scene. I did not follow the details since I was starting to be genuinely upset at not knowing which one I married. Was it the fellow with the strong brogue towards the end of that table? I remember thinking maybe this won't be so bad...
Thoughts: Perhaps making the NOC look so much like the bridge of a small Federation vessel was not a good idea after all. Still I'm not sure who invited the crew/cast of NCC-1701D. Also, I am thinking about workdrama waaaay too much. The dozens of pages of wank I read last night did not seem to have much influence. Nor did i dream of Joel or ie8. Praise $goddess for small blessings.
Most concerning is the dissociative aspect of that and perhaps other dreams. If that became a habit I would be a bit distressed.
