My brain hates me

Last night I had a nightmare in which I went into a room where some sort of demon/reaper thing was trapped (I remembered, in dream, that deepbluesquee had summoned it, but I thought she'd dispelled it when she left and the room was safe), and something I did allowed it to grab me and start dragging me off to a Very Bad Fate. And I was screaming and pounding on the blacked out window, trying to get it to break and let light in, but that wasn't working. Lucky for me, queenoftheskies avatar showed up and blasted the thing (and then I wouldn't let her leave, until she called a Power Ranger to come babysit me).

(Not a talking car in sight, I'm sad to report. I think KITT's mad at me.)

And I woke up freaked so completely the fuck out that I didn't even mind that the cats had decided I needed to be covered from head to toe. Nightmares are less awful when you have a kitteh!Iolaus curled against your chest purring (Iolaus is the Cat of Endless Purr), and a Tygra to watch your back.

Unrelated, but I really fucking hate people who complain about medical costs (often with bonus racism of the "if I was an illegal alien, I wouldn't owe anything" variety), and yet who STILL oppose nationalized health care. This paragraph brought to you by just now being subjected to such a conversation.

As much as I like the episode KITT vs KARR

It still weirds me out a little to hear the Ghost Host's voice coming out of KARR. I half expect him to say, "Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense your car shouldn't be talking to you."

KARR is a lot crazier in this episode. ::pets him::

Edit: You know, if I had KARR he'd never have to tell me to press Turbo Boost twice. He would, probably, have to make me STOP pressing it. (Srsly, the fun we could have busting into casinos and then vanishing into the desert...)