Saviour

Don't you understand? The server spits nothing, but errors at me as though I've poisoned it. Walking into the server closet brought a UPS explosion. I thought a small bomb had gone off. There were stabilizers on the electrical lines and removing these seemed to help, but how would I have known that? The only thing I knew was that the wiring wasn't to any kind of US electical code. Wasn't there an international code? Why bother looking, why? The equipment that comprises the infrastructure threatens suicide on a daily basis. There are days when I advocate for assisted suicide, but I persist nonetheless. There seemed to be a pound of spaghetti on the floor twisted every which way. No, no that's my cabling. How can this be? The CAT 6 is twisted onto the electrical cords and I just want to scream mostly. Rip it all out. Oh wait, a power supply has died. We have a duplicate TCP/IP. We have overheating. Do we have another switch? Wait, I have to teach a class. Nothing works.

There is a beautiful woman with long hair in the bathroom. I'm convinced she may actually live in the bathroom, but I'm not going to ask. She is going to yell at me, because I'm not sure what I ate. It takes 8 flushes to get everything to clear. There is a 4th of July fountain pouring right out of my rear. Everything is taking so long. No one else is freaking? They just ask when its going to work again, as though someone tripped on a power cord.

Take a deep, deep breath just get through the day if nothing else. One foot in front of the other foot. Closing my eyes to participate in uncooperative sleep brings on a world where everyone is wandering around in black. There is a miscommunication because under our beds there is a hole so deep...it has no bottom. Somehow, a woman was thrown under a bed. The jokester thought he would hear a thud, but there was nothing. It wasn't what it appeared to be at all. There appeared to be a cluttered mess under the bed, just like normal. There were even soft items that accumulated and hovered on the top like clouds. He threw her under there to scare her. Now she was gone. My firefighter is telling him, she is gone. He definitively says, "There will not be a thud." I wake up confused, realizing that it was a nightmare. We dream our fears. We will not be saved.