Between my readings for class, seeing my daughter’s anime out of the corner of my eye whilst domesticating about the house and the crazy hidden object game I played to settle down before bed… my dreams were smack dab in the “lock her up” category.
Fragments that I recall:
Shoggoths infecting chickens with diseases that rotted them. Chickens who I loved like children. Heading out with a person (who I am not fond of IRL) to rescue my babies. Warning people not to touch the chickens when they were dancing as the infection – which caused molting, mange and a stinky, brown crust – would ruin their clothes. A road trip with the chickens to take them to a place of safety where they could have all the snakes they wanted to eat.
Shoggoths infecting chickens with diseases that rotted them. Chickens who I loved like children. Heading out with a person (who I am not fond of IRL) to rescue my babies. Warning people not to touch the chickens when they were dancing as the infection – which caused molting, mange and a stinky, brown crust – would ruin their clothes. A road trip with the chickens to take them to a place of safety where they could have all the snakes they wanted to eat.
The dream was so vivid and active that I got about a minute of sleep last night. Today is gonna be a four carafe day, I just know it.
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