I had a dream last night, and actually remembered the fuckin thing. I am going to babble about it for a bit here, so if that bores you like I imagine it would to most rational people, feel free to skip the rest of this nonsense.
The exact details of the dream aren't important, but the part I found interesting is that the whole situation would be probably categorized as "pants shitting terror" by a lot of people. Ever present threat of extremely messy death, kind of a zombie movie / Terminator 4 crossover. It was a fairly long dream, I do recall several conversations, and what seemed to be a couple days worth of stuff happening.
And I was enjoying it quite thoroughly. Not giddy, but just calmly having a pleasant and relaxing experience. Hell, I remember being briefly pissed off when I woke up and it wasn't real.
Yeah, I'm not sure what I think of the fact that my brain apparently interprets mortal combat as a stress free vacation.
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