I am not happy.
I don't know why, it's just a gnawing pain that takes turns to chew at my heart and at my stomach, and in general is just a rather horrible feeling. I don't even know exactly what it is I am not happy with, although I have a general idea of 'overworked', 'not enough time' and 'hopeless'. It also has elements of 'exploited', 'annoyed', and 'nothing to call my own'.
And the past two unhappy nights, I dreamt vividly a weird mixture of stories that involved, in no particular order, Amanda Waller from JLU; a vivid, full colour version of a book I read previously in another dream; being startled and pleased; and various snippets of real life things that happened today.
The Delphi strikes again. Something big is going to happen.

Edit: I realise that I desperately want to write about the full colour dream that I had of a story that I read in another dream. It's about a boy who gets chased by strange monsters, and he knows that they come from his imagination. His sister draws pictures in watercolours, pencil or pastels that involve only the colours black, white, blue and yellow, and yet they are beautifully vivid. Most of the time she draws scenery, but the only person she ever draws is a black-eyed, bob-haired girl dressed in white (which strangely looks like the girl in the quiz Jie took). She has drawn so many pictures that she sticks them up all over the house, mostly in the garage. When the boy starts being chased by the monsters, he always wakes from his dreams and finds that some of his sister's pictures in the room he's sleeping in have begun to move, and keep moving. So he changes where he sleeps, but more and more of the pictures get affected, until all the pictures in the garage are moving. And then the things in his dreams become real and chase him, but then the dream changes to an empty bus stop.
I never said that my dreams made any sense. Care to interpret it?