It'll linger...
First off...
Why? It sets the tone, that's why.
I'm not sure if weather can affect dreaming but I've been having some wild dreams during this ristupidfuckingdiculous heat wave. 2 nights ago I dreamed of being a secret agent man (insert hideous song here) who was infiltrating a hydroelectric station with a partner who, at the last minute, betrayed me to The Bad Guys(tm). I briefly played possum in their clutches and then made my escape while they were trying to transfer me to another location for torture and death interrogation. This is where it got interesting.
The Bad Guys(tm) sent Two-Faced Partner(tm) after me and he got into an Audi R8 and chased me down.
The thing was that I could outrun the sportscar. I was flying across highways and fields and country roads, and it didn't feel like effort at all. It was one of the best sensations that I've ever had, waking or sleeping. We ended up in the woods, which slowed Two-Faced Partner(tm) down considerably, and the leaves were turning every possible colour. They fluttered under me and the whole forest smelled of wet earth, moss and rotting undergrowth. Then it occured to me that I had forgotten my purpose: I was a secret agent and had to KILL Two-Faced Partner(tm) and secure the hydroelectric station from The Bad Guys(tm). Plus, I thought that eventually I'd get tired but a car never would, so continuing to run wasn't much of a plan. So, I stopped and stood still in the dark of the forest and waited for the enemy to come to me...
Then I woke up (isn't that ALWAYS the way!).
I had another dream, in which I was fighting someone with a broadsword (I've been watching The Pillars of the Earth which might explain the swords...). We struggled and he eventually drove the sword into my gut which I actually felt. It was terribly painful. Yet I pulled the sword out, yelled impressively, and then came after the (extremely shocked) enemy with his own sword. Then I woke up. I think that its interesting to note that in both of these dreams I was a man.
Click to viewWhy? It sets the tone, that's why.
I'm not sure if weather can affect dreaming but I've been having some wild dreams during this ristupidfuckingdiculous heat wave. 2 nights ago I dreamed of being a secret agent man (insert hideous song here) who was infiltrating a hydroelectric station with a partner who, at the last minute, betrayed me to The Bad Guys(tm). I briefly played possum in their clutches and then made my escape while they were trying to transfer me to another location for torture and death interrogation. This is where it got interesting.
The Bad Guys(tm) sent Two-Faced Partner(tm) after me and he got into an Audi R8 and chased me down.
The thing was that I could outrun the sportscar. I was flying across highways and fields and country roads, and it didn't feel like effort at all. It was one of the best sensations that I've ever had, waking or sleeping. We ended up in the woods, which slowed Two-Faced Partner(tm) down considerably, and the leaves were turning every possible colour. They fluttered under me and the whole forest smelled of wet earth, moss and rotting undergrowth. Then it occured to me that I had forgotten my purpose: I was a secret agent and had to KILL Two-Faced Partner(tm) and secure the hydroelectric station from The Bad Guys(tm). Plus, I thought that eventually I'd get tired but a car never would, so continuing to run wasn't much of a plan. So, I stopped and stood still in the dark of the forest and waited for the enemy to come to me...
Then I woke up (isn't that ALWAYS the way!).
I had another dream, in which I was fighting someone with a broadsword (I've been watching The Pillars of the Earth which might explain the swords...). We struggled and he eventually drove the sword into my gut which I actually felt. It was terribly painful. Yet I pulled the sword out, yelled impressively, and then came after the (extremely shocked) enemy with his own sword. Then I woke up. I think that its interesting to note that in both of these dreams I was a man.