The pattern continues: dreams about old friends and social gatherings leave me scared, and dreams about monsters and natural disasters leave me excited.

I just couldn't get myself going this morning, so I went back to bed for a few hours. I had just watched a video about the uncanny intelligence of slime molds, so I dreamed of an alien conspiracy that was selling mutagenic protists mixed into mall-grade smoothie drinks. It was awesome.

They were so darned cheerful about the whole thing. When pressed, they cheerfully admitted it was part of an interplanetary scientific experiment, we were basically guinea pigs, they'd never ingested it themselves—and never would, and they had no idea what it might do to us.

Oh, and I recall that they were selling it as a mass transit system. O_o In fact, it was replacing all the other mass transit in Detroit, which is where I was stranded by that part of the dream.