I have been dreaming, and remembering my dreams, much more than usual recently, and boy howdy have they been odd.
July 4: I was locked in a room with several other people for "Tardiness and Poor Penmanship." Then the apocalypse happened and that room was the only one not destroyed. A bunch of lazy, crappy writers and a basket with a cat and its kittens which I found in the closet are the last living things on Earth.
July 3: Sleep-quit a job I don't have because a boss I've never met cut my hours to 6 a week and my pay to $1.25 an hour just after I completed a majorly crucial project ahead of schedule and saved everybody's ass. So I ran off into an overgrown urban dystopia....
July 1: Something (one must assume some infection or mold) is causing anything living to give off basically some combination of a stink bomb, mustard gas, and nerve gas. It reeks, puts off an odd yellow-green-orange cloud, and is fatal when it becomes too strong. I was trying to rescue people...
June 29: smuggling dogs onto airplanes in luggage is hard, fleeing unknown pursuers by flying and blending into wilderness landscape, and then having to listen to some highschooler's amateur rendition of "From A Distance" when in a gorgeous tropical archipelago.
June 28: woke up fighting with the covers and scaring Koren because I was wrestling with an alligator caught in a bear trap.
