Had one of those nights where I'm having the same weird recurring dream over and over. Doesn't make any sense to me now (and mostly I've forgotten it), but it's the kind that I only get when I'm sick. Something about solving puzzles, perhaps like tetris, trying to get everything to fit and match perfectly. But I'm left with the sour taste that it was all work related, that perhaps the pieces I was trying to fit were part of a marketing scheme and I was trying to sell courses for the school. Like a Girl Scout selling cookies, perhaps. (For the record, I have yet to see any of those yet here in the city, and do miss me some Thin Mints right about now).
The interesting part is that I woke up probably half a dozen times that night. You know, sick sleep. Every 60 ~ 90 minutes, I gotta get up and get a drink of water. And everytime, I'm taken out of this puzzle solving factory of a dream, trying to figure out what the hell that was all about, and soon forgotten by the time I crawl back into bed. 5 minutes later, here we go! Solving puzzles again.
Backstory: I came down with something funky starting Thursday, and due to late band practices and friends showing up from out of town, couldn't seem to fight the inevitable need to just take it easy and let it pass. So my body finally forced itself to heal-or-die mode when I went to bed around 11pm on Saturday in order to wake up for a Sunday morning band practice.
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Had a similar experience probably from the stress of moving and all that shit. This time Luke Brevoort was taking off in his plane, didnt give it enough gas and blew up on the runway. then... we look at the rubble and find his scarred body, then like a snake, he brakes out of the black and is completely fine.
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