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Ugh. The dream I just woke up from combined Josie and the Pussycats (movie) with Fallen Angels (Niven, Pournelle, Flynn) ... using the most dystopian elements of each. (Yeah, yeah; bubblyfluffy, cheerful movie (which I liked), not what one thinks of as a dystopia; but the notion that the major plot element the Pussycats have to discover and foil has been in place for decades with government support managed to connect ickily to the idiological control of the government that's the backdrop for Angels so that in the moment I woke up both felt equally dystopian.)

This time I don't think it was cognitive dissonance within the dream that woke me; I think that the dream itself may have been a reaction of sorts to what was in the process of waking me: the sensation of having really uncomfortable amounts of electric current running through my legs (lengthwise through the calf muscles). :-( Not content with the "about to cramp, about to cramp, really, about to cramp, any second now" feeling I get so often, my body has found a new way to torment me. I'd only been asleep three hours. I guess the drugs I took to try to head this off had worn off. (I'm writing this after wrestling with the Mac and giving up; I slept from about three o'clock to half past six. Definitely not enough time asleep.)