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Nightmare. Xenomorpho nightmare rather than zombie nightmare, but even then it followed the same basic rules the zombie nightmares do: people around me are turning in implacable monsters, and the best I can do is run to someplace that's somewhat defensible and wait for them to come for me.

( Pools, people realizing their body isn't their own, and Cordelia Chase. )

So yeah. That was fun. I'm pretty certain there was a ton of other stuff earlier in the dream, but that's all I can remember now.

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Has anyone else's Facebook feed become littered with that "post the color of your bra to raise awareness of breast cancer" meme, and it's reactions?

Because one, the reactions on mine are making this so worthwhile to me:

K.L.: I would rather burn my bra than post what color it is. Advertizing the color of your bra to raise awareness for breast cancer caters to hetero males, contributes to the sexualization of the disease, and trivializes female-specific health issues.

C.B.: I really wish that I didn't know the color of your undergarments.

And two, it's making other one-word posts on my feed surreal:

B.B.: iphone!!!!!!!!

*sings* Not that you prob'ly care / Much about my underwear