a full night of totally weird, vivid dreams? is it the full moon?

in them misha was cruel to me, in a very smug and self-satisfied way, as though it didn't matter to him any longer how i felt or thought of him. and he said something so very vile and awful that i resorted to physical violence and tried to beat him up, only of course my blows were weak and ineffectual and he just laughed at me more, in disdain/disgust at my patheticness.

then i was sitting somewhere, a vacant lot, with a wire fence at my back and a big mutt-like dog in my lap and it was talking to me with its mind. and another dog came by, a large black one, and i noticed it was walking funny, walking on the first joint on its front legs, kind of like a gorilla would, and the dog in my lap looked up at me sadly and shook its head saying, "isn't it terrible? i've known him all my life and he's just recently become a complete nutter."

when i got home from this strange exchange i found that one of my neighbours had turned the parking lot outside all our units into a large, fancy outdoor dining space. she had all three of her kids working at laying down cloth serviettes and fine silverware. i said, "what's going on? what are you doing?" she said, "it's a community fundraiser. dinner is $40 a plate. will you join us?" "what are you serving?" "tubes," she said, "more and more tubes." and i had a dream flashback to the vacant lot where i'd been sitting with the dogs and remembered seeing thousands of discarded rubber tubes of varying lengths laying in the grass. the thought of eating them was wholly unappetizing and so i declined. the look she gave me was withering and i realized that my gastronomic snobbery was getting me nowhere with my neighbours.