Dark Imaginings

Fall right to sleep last night and get right to dreaming. Most dreams apocolyptic in nature, but end of night have decidedly more prosaic, but no less torturous. Have double, hitherto unexperienced difficuly6 of both the teacher dream (have not prepared for class and am, in fact, unsure what class am expected to teach--have to hunt for clues on blackboard--obscene chalk drawing no help--and in notbook--full of strange characters, possibly cyrillic) and also have student dream in which am derelict in duties and attendence. After student dream, am again Secretary and have to go to old office (door to which is protected by Skunk with big teeth--definitely terrifying) to retrieve Important Package. When finally get past skunk with only small bite taken out of calf, find office smoky and the New Man and the Contessa leaning back in chairs. Ask in shock, Have you been smoking? The Contessa is very blase--says yes of course. After this, wake up and see that downstairs neighbor and not the Contessa has been smoking. (Am still, strangely, mad at the Contessa.) Shut windows, which immediately turns apartment into oven and when Coffee finally gets made, feel as though am basting self with coffee--skin getting crackly and insides becoming juicy and stewed. Say so to Dave. He asks me if I'm feeling grumpy this morning. Say tensely, No I am not grumpy, accidentally slam down coffee on kitchen table and take self to bathroom, where door also, mysteriously slams behind self. Blame wind until remember that all windows are closed. Suffer low point.