Dreams

[Mister Agenda]

Last night I dreamt I was an intern at a hospital on a midnight shift with a small, perfectly round hole in the floor I was on. One of the other interns poked his hand in the hole and it got sucked in and he was barely able to get it out and it looked horribly frostbitten. I went to get help on the 13th floor, apparently we were on the 11th. I got confused and wound up on the 12th floor, where I did find a doctor but decided not to bother him. The doctor was Mitch McConnell. He was wearing the same shirt as in that photo with his wife making the rounds under his white coat. He even gave a little kick to show how spry he was.

That might have been too over the top for me, that's when I woke up.

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

My socks drawer spontaneously combusted.

Boru

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

We inherited a flock of talking chickens and a cockerel that yodeled instead of crowed.

Boru

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

We came home from a walk and found the house cordoned off and the place infested with coppers. One of them told us that all of our bowls had been stolen and they were dusting for fingerprints.

Boru

[Mister Agenda]

Not recent dreams, but I recall having one where a toad turned into a bat and flew away and one where a rasping walking bundle of barbed wire had hissing cat heads at the top ends of the wires. I was on clonidine for my blood pressure for that last one. I still hear cicadas constantly since I was on it.

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

New Zealand outlawed coffee and made tea drinking mandatory. There were riots.

Boru

[Mister Agenda]

Last night was a horror movie, featuring Peter Capaldi. No mystery there since I watched this before going to bed: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oW8OlXkjVHs

Fortunately, like a horror movie, my dreams were from a third person perspective. In the first one, park personnel were being invaded by grubs or worms (it was hard to get a look at them because they sort of flipped around to evade capture). Once inside a person they would incubate and grow until they completely filled up their skin suit, then burst out instantly after begging to be put out of their misery first. That was a plot hole, IMHO, since there clearly wasn't enough room left for the human brain to be making requests given how big the creepy crawly was when it came out.

Then in RL I took the dog out and went back to bed, determined not to continue that dream. Instead I dreamed of living zombies, and this is where Capaldi showed up. More and more people were acting like zombies but in the aftermath the survivors gradually recovered their senses, even though Capaldi was insulting and lecturing them and seemed quite angry that they had succumbed to zombification in the first place.

Maybe I was wrong to blame those barbed-wire cat heads on medication.