worlds collide

fell asleep on the 311 bus (goes downtown -> 73rd and 120th; roughly 17 blocks from home) on my way home.

had a dream where it was the fair, I was still PMO, but instead of the usual radio chatter, I was walking Jack Bauer (!) through neuroanatomy (!!) so he could get the terrorists, for some reason.

and we did keep to regular radio protocol.

in the end, we saved the day.
then I woke up in Delta.

that'll teach me to watch 24 and read my brain and behavior text during commercials.