If all my dreams came true...
Well, the world would be awfully weird. Especially as I last night dreamt of being in a dance/theater production on the moon, and the woman running it was a bad guy somehow, and I needed to stop her, but there wasn't enough air in the theater to last, and something had broken, and I dropped something I needed and it slid and fell off the edge of the moon ... yeah, OK, gravity was still working in a weird way. Also the moon was orange and sticky/dusty, like knock-off cheetos. More like white cheddar store popcorn, really. The cheap kind.
We held our breath a lot in that dream. I have to wonder if maybe the cold was keeping me from breathing well while I slept. And I can't remember the plot too well, only that the bad lady was doing something bad, I was trying to stop her long enough for things not to go horribly wrong, but she was the only one who knew how the stage production was supposed to go and there were a lot of small children to wrangle/protect. And get them on stage, and make sure everyone was in the right costume. And, um, also there wasn't enough air. And big heavy doors to space kept being opened, and I had to struggle to close them, while holding my breath so I wouldn't die in space. I mean, some of this could have come from too much crime drama earlier in the evening, but still. I'm thinking the cold doesn't help.
So let's hope not *all* of my dreams come true.
We held our breath a lot in that dream. I have to wonder if maybe the cold was keeping me from breathing well while I slept. And I can't remember the plot too well, only that the bad lady was doing something bad, I was trying to stop her long enough for things not to go horribly wrong, but she was the only one who knew how the stage production was supposed to go and there were a lot of small children to wrangle/protect. And get them on stage, and make sure everyone was in the right costume. And, um, also there wasn't enough air. And big heavy doors to space kept being opened, and I had to struggle to close them, while holding my breath so I wouldn't die in space. I mean, some of this could have come from too much crime drama earlier in the evening, but still. I'm thinking the cold doesn't help.
So let's hope not *all* of my dreams come true.