Fever dreams
Last of the cold swinging by to kick my butt in the night. Possibly assisted by See Through Kitchen’s “Mongolian beef”. Note to self: Mongolian beef needs to be consumed in open-window weather ONLY.
Ran the electric bed warmer thingy for several hours just because, and it percolated the contents of my gut and my head so that I nearly killed myself while dreaming of the two least attractive women I know, who had invited me over for lunch. Turns out they had decided to become lesbian and wanted me to watch the first couple times to see if they were doing it right.
I really don’t have any idea where this crap comes from, but sometimes I wish it would go away.
Only you Og… I don’t really remember my dreams since having children. Maybe I am just worn out by the time my head hits the pillow.
Not sure as to the source, but you have good recall and vivid descriptions. I’m not sure what I dream about but I some times wake up in a sweat so I can only imagine what I was doing.
Two nights ago I had a dream that involved a return to college, last minute work on a term paper, enduring a bunch of college administrators pat themselves on the back while giving everyone a tour of the brand new facilities and ended with me in a fistfight with a white haired old codger who would not stop making fun of the gigantic combined urine/colostomy bag (I swear, this thing was the size of a garbage bag) that I had been toting THE ENTIRE FUCKING DREAM.
Hurt like a muthafucka when that asshole ripped out the catheter.
Yeah, I’m fighting off some sort of seasonal intestinal bug. Seems to be going around, down here in Cinciwacki. In case you hadn’t guessed.