post-fever-dream-logic
So last night I dreamt that I was on a bus in St. Paul, and there was a monster on the bus somehow. Literally on the bus; when we got off, it was on the roof. It was large and demonic and it was gloating at us. We got off and stood by the bus bench, just sort of frozen, watching the bus pull away and go to a nearby corner and prepare to turn it. I knew the monster wouldn't just let us escape like that, so I kept watching it closely rather than giving in to exclamations of relief. Sure enough, it turned and flicked a burning coal at us. It missed, though. So it narrowed its eyes and did it again. This time the burning coal went under the bus bench. I screamed, and the monster looked gleeful, and then the bus turned the corner and we didn't see the monster any more.

Everybody around the bus bench looked over at me, sort of expectantly, and I looked down at the coal. It was a pathetic thing, about like a large cigarette butt. I stomped it out with my shoe and told the men -- they were all men, some of them sort of street bum guys, some not, "I'm the girl, so I'm the one that's supposed to scream," and they all nodded at me to show that they understood perfectly that I was just humoring the monster so that it wouldn't escalate its rather pathetic threat. And then we laughed a little and went on with our day.

This dream is preferable to the one in Madison which lasted many hours and was all about how geometry was the greatest threat facing democracy today. With diagrams.

I really dislike fever dreams, which the geometry one was. These goofy recuperaty dreams aren't quite so bad, though.