Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

It's summer here in The South, which means that it is ridiculously hot even in the middle of the night. I keep the temperature in my tiny apartment quite low, but since I work from home, I also get to spend an ungodly amount of time lounging around in my underwear.

I've gotten so used to almost immediately stripping off my clothes nearly every time I walk through the door, that I actually just had a moment where I saw myself in the mirror and said out loud, “Whoa, how did I end up naked?!?”

This may turn into a problem the next time I have company. Need to be mindful.

Weird dreams I've had lately, in chronological order of occurrence:

• I woke up to find there had been an earthquake, and my door had come off its hinges. My already small studio apartment was about half its real life size. My computer got ripped off while I was sleeping, being that the door was off the hinges, but instead of it just being gone, it was replaced with the small monitor and Windows 3.1 computer I had in my bedroom in 19971. This random guy appeared at my broken door and started trying to convince me that this old computer was my (current, XP powered, responsible for my livelihood) computer. I was livid, and yelled at the guy, and he just smiled at me and shrugged. Then I decided I needed to move back to my parent's for some reason, and as I was walking out with my stuff (which in the dream somehow fit in a single box, like I was getting fired instead of moving) the whole building caught on fire, which was inevitable, because the whole town was in shambles from the earthquake.
• I had a long extended sex dream, where I can only assume that I was doing LSD, because the walls kept melting and morphing and the furniture kept floating around. All the rooms were decorated bordello style, with dark colors, lots of plush fabrics and big soft pillows. One wall was always made of glass and looking out onto twisting red metal architecture set against a clear blue sky. I was in some kind of mansion with Jean Val Jean2, and we did it in every room.
• I caught an employee in my (fictional? future?) company selling off trade secrets to my competitors, and as punishment, or maybe torture to get more information, I was making them run on a treadmill. I was walking around the treadmill in a business suit, looking hot, I have to say, and I think I was holding a whip, and calmly asking questions. This feels significant because the treadmill looked exactly like one that I've logged some hours on starting a few weeks ago, when I joined a gym. Or it could just be that my subconscious is bleeding gym imagery into my dreams now, since I spend a bunch of time there.

1. 1. When I was 14, and living with my parents
2. 2. Actual porn star, so doing a search for his name may not be safe for work, although I'm pretty sure that is also the same name as the main character in Les Misérables