Nightmare

Fell asleep around a quarter to midnight, watching Jimmy Kimmel Live but before I could see Capital Cities at the end of his show.  Woke up around right at 3:30, just as the final half-hour of World News Now.  Dinked around the Internet, wanted to work on my column, didn't, looked at porn and jerked off instead, tried going back asleep at around 6.

I couldn't fall back to sleep, so I gave myself an hour; if I still didn't pass out by then I'd wake up and change where I get my coffee, from this place where the barista knows me to the one very close to the mechanic where I will (and, as I write this, am) getting my car fixed.  (Hope it's not worse than $500.)

But I did.  And as often happens, if I follow up sleep of some length with another nap of much shorter length, the entirety of that second phase of unconsciousness is taken up with a nightmare.  Here's mine:

I come home from ... something.  My brother, who is still living with me (us?), yells at me that we have to go to Georgia in a couple/few hours.  From the way I felt panicky, I had totally forgotten.  We were going there at the behest of Father, and I think it was related to the Minnesota State Lottery.  That's it.

Georgia popped into this nightmare because I remember watching the very end of the end credits of The American Baking Competition of the Georgia Film and TV Board/Commission.  The state offers a bunch of tax breaks for productions to shoot within their borders, The Walking Dead probably being the most notable.  What the other things mean?  No effin' clue.