Another night of unusual dreams. Or perhaps unusual in that I remembered several of them. And all of a theme.<\/p>\n
I was in my teens, hanging out with a friend of mine (Nice seeing you again, Mark. RIP) at his house, trying to dodge his mother when she came home from work all irritable.<\/p>\n
At a large impromptu sleep over at Jack’s house following some kind of poly gathering, trying to clean up a little and make room for bed rolls to laid out, without waking up the entire household.<\/p>\n
A long lazy morning at someone’s house, lounging about with two girls (Michelle and… who knows) flirting shamelessly, and getting shot down.<\/p>\n
Several guys drinking excessively at the beach after a long day of being hammered by the waves, bullshitting about previous weekends, discussing who should call our pal’s parents to tell them he died, and making plans for when we would get there next weekend.<\/p>\n
Some really dreadful topics in there, but I don’t remember any of it being anxiety dreams or particularly anxious. Most peculiar. Should I blame it on the NyQuil?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"