Woke up super-anxious. Can't sleep. Will talk about my dream, despite the fact that no one will give a shit about my dream. Fuck off, it's my blog.
Sorry.
So, in Dreamworld:

I found a torn up $100 bill in my purse and a stack of textbooks in my med recs box at work. The books were sealed up in plastic like they do when you order a bunch online for pick-up at a University bookstore. I remembered that Tom told me you can get a full-refund if you take them back still perfectly sealed up. I decide that both of these would be perfect tests of humanity and leave them on the ground outside of my high school and decide I desperately need to power-walk through Forever 21. I figure that buying whatever catches my eye while going at such a speed is obviously a great way to shop/save money. Then it became Sephora, in a warehouse, with too-big boxes containing shit they would never carry, like bubbly foot baths.
I keep power-walking and these girls were talking about how stupid everything in whole damn warehouse was. Including the vents, which I somehow knew were pumping in purified oxygen and therefore should be respected. I go back to check on my humanity-tests and see that everything was stolen, but then Warrick from CSI comes up to me and has all of it. He gives them to me and says that I deserve to keep them and need to stop losing focus of my own needs and self-worth.
THEN I'm back at work and my coworkers and I receive a letter that says we kick-ass and work hard and it's not that we're not good enough for the job, the job is not good enough for us. Etc.

Then I woke up, manic out of my mind, and in desperate need of meds and snacks.
Current analysis of this dream- I feel under appreciated and just want people to acknowledge how fabulous I am because, about twice a day, I feel like I might have a total meltdown if I get anymore information portraying the opposite.
Bah.
Whatever...
Possibly no more sleep tonight.
Hungry, hungry hippo.