between insomnia and insanity

It's four am and I am completely awake. I've spent at least the last two hours tossing and turning, hoping that the sleep fairy will at least mistakenly drop by with a little fairy dust (and seriously, I'm just hoping for fairy dust...or at least a flippin' Ambien). But I hope in vain because I'm awake, wide awake, and mostly because I had a nightmare. It was fit for a Hideo Nakata movie, or at least a cheap American rip-off. Although, embarassingly enough, myspace totally made an appearance in the nightmare, I guess my addiction is complete...damn TOM!!!. Besides that, in my very own nightmare, where I get to subconsiously write the script, I was a total horror movie bimbo...too dumb to figure out the simplest things like "don't open the door, don't go upstairs, don't go running in the woods without your bra and in high heels!" Except in this dream it was more like, "close the internet browser you dumb whore!" And also in my dream, Microsoft Windows sucked just as much ass as it does in reality because it wouldn't work properly on my dreamscape computer either.