I always have nightmares where the doors don't work right. Not the kind of working where they don't shut, or don't open...nothing generic like that. The doors are floppy and fly around like curtains. The doors are too small for the doorways and they swing through without stopping. The doors are too big, and the knob is two feet outside of the frame.

Bad doors.

I've been having lots of dreams like that lately. Dreams with bad doors. And it's always somewhat important that the door be shut too, because some horrible dream threat is rushing up from the other side. Or it's freakin' freezin' and I can't get the door shut to keep the draft out. Or I'm trying to change my clothes in a somewhat public place and the damned door won't stay shut. I even had one where I was trying to leave for somewhere and my car door didn't work right.

That one wasn't all that bad, 'cause I got to take my "Security Implement" out of the trunk and beat the shit out of my car.

I don't claim to understand dreams, but repetition gets my attention. I have a lot of dreams with bad doors.

I wish I knew what that meant. Not that I need much more insight into my own personality...you can only look inward so long before you wack into something full force on the outside...but I wouldn't mind someone letting me know the deep mysterious secret behind bad doors.

If you know the meaning behind "Bad Doors" lemme know.

I'm getting a cavity drilled out tomorrow. In my 21 years of life I've only had 2 little bitty cavities. I didn't even have novocaine for them. But I've had lots of x-rays taken of my head...for my jaw mostly, but my dentist has taken pictures of my molars in the past few years. Some for my wisdom teeth, and others because I had this throbbing pain in one tooth for a while...which had no source and stopped a few weeks later.

Oh...point. The dentist called my house a few days after I was in to get my teeth checked out to say he'd been comparing my x-rays from this year with those from last year and it looks like that cavity actually is growing, so I'd best get it drilled out.

I hate drills. And I have no idea how he's going to get at the cavity short of popping the tooth out then popping it back in when he's done. The spot he showed me is right between two teeth in the back. You can't see it without the x-ray. While I'm glad he'll be stopping my teeth from rotting themselves out of my head, I don't think I'm all that pleased with where the drilling will be.

Ouch.

To take my mind off it, I think I'll spend the night eating caramels and hard toffee. And drinking soft drinks. And dousing my teeth in battery acid.

I'm dying to get my other mouse working. I had two mice running at once up at school. The trackball and my cordless wheel mouse. Then my com ports pooped out on me. I can't figure out what the hell is wrong. I really want to get the mouse working so that when my thumb is bothering me I can switch over and mess up my wrist instead for a while.

Isn't it a little scary how I rationalize all that stuff? And it makes sense too...