Lost...and forced to empty dishwasher of knives

I'm not exactly sure what it says about me that I dreamed about Lost...you know, the TV show...other than I'm possibly a little bit TOO excited about its return in a couple of weeks, but I'm really not sure what it says about me that I was on the island and somehow forced to empty a dishwasher full of knives and random dishes.
 
Seriously.
 
This is the dream I just awoke from.
 
Oh yeah, and also in this dream, there was an animatronic donkey that looked and sounded like Donkey from Shrek, and he was getting hitched to some sort of robotic man that looked and sounded a lot like Lorne from Angel. It was like because Shrek wasn't there, Donkey needed a new friend. To be fair, Lorne is also green, so maybe that's the connection.
 
Oh My Gosh. My brain is cracked!!
 
So yeah...I'm hanging out with the Lost people, and we're going back to the island, and no one really wants to, but of course Ben is there and his crazy convincing powers convince us all to go, and as soon as we land, someone shoots at us, but they don't kill anyone because we're expecting it and have placed a decoy jacket on the beach for them to shoot. Then the pilot guy, Frank, is actually killed. And I'm stuck in the corner of the beach trying to unload this dishwasher while this Lorne/Donkey partnership ceremony is being performed, and I almost cut myself with a knife because whatever genius has loaded the dishwasher has put the knives all facing pointy side up.

And oh yeah, Sawyer was there in all his nearly shirtless glory, so at least that was a teensy bit delicious.
 
Number one, I clearly need to watch less TV and number two, really? I'm lost on the island and have to empty a dishwasher? Really???

Yes. That window's still broken.

Why is it that when you know something's broken, you will attempt to use it more frequently than you ever used it before it actually broke? All kinds of crazy.

On Christmas Eve, when pulling out of a parking garage in San Francisco, my window made this horrific clicking sound as it neared the top when I was rolling it up. It echoed so badly inside the garage that I thought someone was either shooting at me or had just set off firecrackers. I pulled out when I realized it was actually my window and then tried to make it stop. Note to self: release the button and the noise will actually stop. I figured the problem was that the window wasn't getting to the top and that it was getting stuck on something. I couldn't see what it was, and it was mostly up, so I headed back down the road...with a slight breeze on my head from the tiny crack between the top of the window and the actual top of the door.

When I got home, I manually pushed the window up and hoped that would fix it. I tried rolling the window down and then back up only to be surprised that the noise was still there. Yes. Stupid. I pushed it back up manually and actually didn't deal with it again for several days as I borrowed a friend's larger car while I had Christmas company in town.

When I retrieved my car I sort of hoped that the problem would have magically repaired itself. Look, I already told you I was crazy, so just go with it. Clearly the problem was still there, and I drove it right to the repair shop to see if they could tell me what the real problem was. I demonstrated the noise and they knew right away what I needed. Unfortunately, they couldn't fix it right away so I made an appointment for about six days later.

"Just don't use that window," he said as I was leaving. "That might make it worse."

"Right," I said. "No problem."

Of course, I don't think I need to tell you that I completely forgot that when I decided I needed to run through a drive-through and get a snack. And of course, the second I hit the button to automatically roll the window down was the exact second I remembered that I wasn't supposed to do it. Lucky me, I got to hear that fabulous clicking noise again when I rolled it up. Thankfully, it didn't actually break. The really dumb thing was, that wasn't the last time I did it. Seriously. I needed one of those childproof window switches so I couldn't touch it.

The window's fixed now, but good grief. I was ridiculous. I can't believe how hard it was to remember that yes, the window was still broken.