My dreams make crossovers

So I had a dream last night that was headed in the general direction of a Castle/Blood Ties crossover (or else Castle/SPN, I'm not sure; some sort of supernaturaly thing, at any rate) except for two things.

One is that it would be next to impossible to write as fic. It was very much video-media in my head. I can describe it--

(Voiceover, girl; this is Alexis speaking, but for now it doesn't matter if the viewer recognizes the voice. "I had this weird dream last night--" and she continues, narrating the events as we see them. The camera is in first-person viewpoint, showing what she saw, as she speaks. She's bringing coffee to a guest in a hotel room, #137, a cranky-like skinny old woman who greets her with an annoyed "/finally/. put it over there," indicating a dresser. The old woman leaves the door open and goes about her business completely ignoring the camera-I, and the camera-I puts the coffee down and then turns and the camera starts focusing in on her neck, really suspenseful music, as the VO says "and suddenly I was just overwhelmed with the need to strangle her--"

And the camera cuts to Alexis, who's been lying on the couch talking. The creepy soundtrack cuts out as she sits abruptly upright. "Does dreaming things like that make me a murderer or something?"

Except Rick hasn't been paying enough attention so he goes "huh?" and Alexis rolls her eyes and flops back down, and their conversation continues but fades out.

And then the camera -- now an objective 3rd POV instead of the 1st-person -- is back in the hotel room, panning a circle around the old woman as she putters (and mutters to herself); the full-circle pass and the mirrors on the walls show she is alone in the room, but the door is still open. There is movement outside: she goes to look, and there's a huge black jaguar (the cat sort, not the car sort) out in the pool area staring at her with unnaturally bright green eyes. The woman kind of 'hmphs' to cover how startled she is, and closes the drapes. Turns, realizes the door is still open, and goes to close it, but there's a cat in the way -- a little white housecat, also staring at her. "If you're coming in," the woman grunts, "come in, otherwise shoo." The cat comes in and sits in front of her, still staring, and then it stretches unnaturally upward, elongating and blurring a bit and going for the throat. The camera drifts off to the untouched coffee service (still sitting on the dresser from where it had been placed in Alexis' dream) as we hear screaming and then tearing noises and then silence.)

--but it's a lot harder to write as an actual story. I sometimes have dreams that are narrated; this was not one of them. I also sometimes have dreams that are clearly tv-show-ly scripted; this was. And it is not always easy to transmute from one media to the other, especially when it relies on both visuals and soundtrack stuff.

The other problem, unfortunately, was that at that point I coughed or sneezed or something, and it woke me up. Not completely, but enough that the dreamplot slipped away, and though the jaguar and the little white housecat both reappeared, the white cat ended up morphing into a pair of knitted tights with something written on them, and it was altogether a lot more like a dream than like a tv show.

Sigh.

oh *fuck*

So my chair is suddenly making LOUD GRINDING NOISES (and not properly moving) when I try to tilt back.

We are not talking office chair here, remember. Wheelchair. Spend all day in it. And tilting back is the only way I can a) get seated far enough back (I am not in danger of falling out or anything but my legs are half off the chair), b) get recentered if I am too tilty, c) relieve pressure on butt/legs, d) relax my spine enough to stretch it out a little (probably a misphrasing since there is enough bone crap that I doubt the spine stretches, but it feels like it does, and pops a little, and gets happier, and I can only do it if I am horizontal), and e) generally be in any way comfortable.

...I am thankful that it broke in neutral position, rather than in tilted position; there was one time that it broke while tilted all the way back, and getting me out was a sort of nightmare. But. This is epically not good.

Even "better"? My backup chair (which is nowhere near as fitted to current access needs) is completely and totally and in all other ways dead. Not just battery-is-low dead: won't-turn-on dead. And the charger, if I plug it into that chair, doesn't react at all.

/thumps head against wall a lot/

ETA: This is not related to the previous except for my reaction to it, but -- okay, brief backstory: I do not have job. I am on social security, and also on IHSS (in-home support services) which pays for part of my attendant care. They re-evaluate every year, and the most recent evaluation cut the available hours I get from 200, which is pretty much what I was using, to 140 or something like that. The official reason was because I have roommates (and I tried to point out that hello *disabled* roommates; on a practical level the amount of care hours I need has not changed), but I suspect budget issues were part of it. Now? They are reducing it by a set percentage because the state is out of money. Which on the one hand, not really a surprise in any way, but on the other hand, MY NEEDS HAVE NOT CHANGED. /fumes/

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So, out of mild desperation -- I was askew in the chair and couldn't straighten up, my spine hurt, my hip hurt, my leg hurt -- I made the only real change possible, namely getting into bed. Not to sleep, because it was only 6, but I brought my iPad, and had settled down with the lights off to watch Evita. Under covers, because I was cold.

Apparently? Going to bed and getting under the covers and being in a dark environment? and /not/ sleeping? Confuses the /hell/ out of my body and brain.

I got up when my PA came again, to pee and to eat dinner, and my brain was half-sleepy, and my body was going wtf at me. WTF for being upright, for being in a lighted area, for eating... I was hot enough to light a fire (my mom thought I was feverish, and it took me a while to figure out that it was probably my body doing wacky sleep temperature-regulation stuff), and kind of slap-happy punchy.

*blinks a lot*

bzuhhhhhh?