defragging one's subconscious

I'm not sure what this says about me, but the music I play in my car is often different than what I listen to at home. The car mixes are, well, odd. Alas, I don't have a good stereo system at Chez Melina, where I mainly play classical and trad jazz, but I hope to upgrade soon.

To illustrate, here is what I ended up putting on my last car-destined CD while searching for my lost iPod:

The Who: Substitute
Moby: Find my Baby
Franz Ferdinand: No You Girls
Rolling Stones: Satisfaction
Annie Lennox: No More I Love Yous
Eurythmics: Would I Lie To You?
Ella Fitzgerald/Count Basic: I Can't Get Started
Harry Nilsson: Daybreak and Jump Into The Fire (can't put too much Harry Nilsson on your music lists, imo)
Paul McCartney: Back Seat of My Car
Fatboy Slim: Weapon of Choice

To top it off, I had an odd dream with Dismissed Date appearing in a distance, missing half his left arm. The man I was with, wearing a long black coat and yellow sweater, explained that DD had been in an alternate dimension (the Matrix?) recently, and had lost the arm there.

Since almost everyone in my dreams is from my past, I can only guess that my subconscious was trying to decide where to file DD. Or maybe it was running a defrag. Or perhaps it was an outright pun: in the past, when I didn't write people, I'd get snippy comments like "hope your writing arm's out of plaster soon". But I'm left-handed and DD was/is right-handed.

It's just as well I have an appt with my cognitive therapist this coming Thursday. I need to talk about the motorbike owner in Hillsboro.