Huh. Weird dream.
...admittedly it's not the dream that weirds me out so much as the waking-world shit:
So I woke up at 5:45 this morning from a dream of talking to the ghost of a little boy. He said, "Watch out if you meet me up top." This is all I can remember of the conversation, but I woke up in a cold sweat, absolutely freezing to death under a giant fuzzy comforter and an electric blanket. And, even though it was still dark outside and it had been 15 C in the room when I went to sleep, my thermometer now read 18 C. It took a thirty-minute hot shower to warm me up, during which time (a) the thermometer's reading dropped back to 15.5 C; and (b) even when I stepped out of the hot shower, the room felt much warmer. Also, I have two fresh bruises on my calves, one on each side, about thumb sized.
WTF.
So I woke up at 5:45 this morning from a dream of talking to the ghost of a little boy. He said, "Watch out if you meet me up top." This is all I can remember of the conversation, but I woke up in a cold sweat, absolutely freezing to death under a giant fuzzy comforter and an electric blanket. And, even though it was still dark outside and it had been 15 C in the room when I went to sleep, my thermometer now read 18 C. It took a thirty-minute hot shower to warm me up, during which time (a) the thermometer's reading dropped back to 15.5 C; and (b) even when I stepped out of the hot shower, the room felt much warmer. Also, I have two fresh bruises on my calves, one on each side, about thumb sized.
WTF.