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I just had the most vivid, horrible nightmare. In it, I was attending graduation. We'd flown down to Wagga and were basically separated from the moment we touched down. I found our hotel and someone put our bags into the hotel room. MaxBabe basically disappeared from the dream at that point. I put on my suit, and in MaxBabe's absence, went to the reception people and asked them how it looked. They gave me a look that said, "Gee, that's awful. How do we say it without being offensive?". I looked at the suit and it wasn't my suit. It was some god-awful blue and orange checkered thing. I raced upstairs and couldn't find my suit, shirt, belt, shoes or anything useful. A local navy person gave me her jacket to wear along with her shirt (somehow, all badges of rank vanished, how convenient!). I had no choice but to wear the blue and orange monstrosity pants. MaxBabe appeared long enough for me to announce that we'd forgotten to buy shoes. She produced a pair of shoes that looked like mary janes on top with running shoe soles, completely caked in dust. I brushed off the dust (which went all over the jacket) and put them on with black socks. Then I realised graduation started in ten minutes so we raced to the uni. We got there to be told that we had to register, but nobody knew where registration was. We eventually found it, and we were just about to go in when someone reminded me I didn't have my academic gown. I raced to the gown hire place, which was basically shutting up shop, and pled my case. They let me in and directed me to some drug-fucked student. On the way to the student, someone I used to work with asked if I was graduating from some business course. I said no, and she said "Oh, I only ask because so-and-so is". So-and-so being someone I work with, to whom we refer as "the hoff". GAH! I avoided her and the hoff, and found the drug-fucked student. She basically went about pretending to help me, but not actually helping me. I reminded her that the clock was ticking, and she found more excuses to not find me a gown etc. MaxBabe was still hanging around as I could hear the band start to play, and I hurried her off so she could join the audience in time. Drug-fucked moron kept dragging things on and on and on until the hire shop manager announced they were closing and kicked everyone out. I kicked up a huge stink, to the extent that security was called and they wrestled me to the ground and tried to detain me. I somehow escaped, found the drug-fucked moron's stash, and with it in hand, enticed her to come help me. I can't recall if I did or didn't eventually get the academic dress, and in fact there's much more that happened in that segment of the dream, but I just can't articulate it. In any case, I found myself trying to get into graduation and was refused entry because I'd missed the cutoff. So MaxBabe and my parents (don't know how they suddenly appeared there) travelled all the way to Wagga to see me not graduate.

GAH! I was so upset by that dream I half-screamed and woke myself up with it. Thank god MaxBabe's a heavy sleeper.

Interpreting the dream is a no-brainer, so I'm not going to bother writing it here. I think I might go read a bit more of my book now. That'll settle me down. Maybe I'll nod off for a little while.