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All night long, I dreamed about Inception, which I haven't yet seen. Some of the dreams definitely spun off of spoilers I've narrowly missed or ideas I got from "listening" to people talk about it; in most cases, the dream-world of my dream was far more Satoshi Kon than Christopher Nolan, which makes sense. And then there were moments where I suddenly found myself doing "normal" dream-stuff, like moving into a different house with Cal (Steve was nowhere to be found), or somehow ending up on So You Think You Can Dance, though I didn't seem to have developed any more skillz than usual. I was just on the verge of saying: But this is a DREAM, idiot, you can do anything... when I finally woke up, with a massive crick in my neck.

And now I need to figure out what exactly I can do on the 'bout-to-die computer, in order to move at least slightly forward. A weird start to a no-doubt weird day.