Weird dream
Today was my first full day back at work since being ill, and I'm pretty much better but evidently just not quite up to going the distance when it's a stressful day (today was). So a semi-short day (30 minutes, offset by the 2 hours I worked last night) and I came back home. Things were looking kind of odd, and by that I mean I was seeing things a little bit too closely. Textures were really vivid and colors just seemed to pop out at me like I'd never seen them before. I decided I probably just had not got quite enough sleep and so promptly decided to crash.
It seems like I had a dream about wandering around in MegaMarket, which used to be a toy store called K's toys if I remember correctly, which is now a movie theater, and I was looking for this pizza mix from back in the day when I used to hand-roll my own. Somehow this turned into a hunt for a Rubicks cracker and got me down to an Atari 2600 and I left and was really confused. I was driving some sort of brown/black SUV talking on a car phone to some guy who seemed really familiar and I told him I was really having a problem because things weren't right, nothing was in the right place, and I drove by my old street and knew I couldn't go there so I turned into the next street and said something like "something's wrong" right as I hit a flood, or it hit me throwing me out of the car.
I got up and was in pain and I thought "hey, this is entirely wrong" and looked at myself and got a phone call on my old cell phone which I had in my back pocket and it was the same guy I was talking to and I told him I was going to have to call him back because I was in a dream at the moment and had managed to break myself.
I looked around and was in front of the house of some kids I knew growing up, wondering why I had ended up there and also realizing I was really really injured and hurting and this was all wrong.
Then Kim called me and woke me up because she wondered if I wanted to go to Steak and Shake. I believe I mumbled that no, was not really hungry and that as far as I knew neither of the roomies were there. I then sort of looked at my body where it had been damaged in the dream crash and was like "huh, that's really odd". 33 years of dreaming and not so much as a drop of blood in any of my dreams.
Hit the bathroom and decided to get up and do something and promptly passed the hell back out and had some slightly different dream - same neighborhood, no real damage to myself anymore but my clothes were shot where the SUV had snagged me. I realized at this point that I was having trouble breathing in the dream and sort of woke up with my heart pounding hard. Thought "hrmm, wtf?"
Back to sleep and not much activity after that.
It seems like I had a dream about wandering around in MegaMarket, which used to be a toy store called K's toys if I remember correctly, which is now a movie theater, and I was looking for this pizza mix from back in the day when I used to hand-roll my own. Somehow this turned into a hunt for a Rubicks cracker and got me down to an Atari 2600 and I left and was really confused. I was driving some sort of brown/black SUV talking on a car phone to some guy who seemed really familiar and I told him I was really having a problem because things weren't right, nothing was in the right place, and I drove by my old street and knew I couldn't go there so I turned into the next street and said something like "something's wrong" right as I hit a flood, or it hit me throwing me out of the car.
I got up and was in pain and I thought "hey, this is entirely wrong" and looked at myself and got a phone call on my old cell phone which I had in my back pocket and it was the same guy I was talking to and I told him I was going to have to call him back because I was in a dream at the moment and had managed to break myself.
I looked around and was in front of the house of some kids I knew growing up, wondering why I had ended up there and also realizing I was really really injured and hurting and this was all wrong.
Then Kim called me and woke me up because she wondered if I wanted to go to Steak and Shake. I believe I mumbled that no, was not really hungry and that as far as I knew neither of the roomies were there. I then sort of looked at my body where it had been damaged in the dream crash and was like "huh, that's really odd". 33 years of dreaming and not so much as a drop of blood in any of my dreams.
Hit the bathroom and decided to get up and do something and promptly passed the hell back out and had some slightly different dream - same neighborhood, no real damage to myself anymore but my clothes were shot where the SUV had snagged me. I realized at this point that I was having trouble breathing in the dream and sort of woke up with my heart pounding hard. Thought "hrmm, wtf?"
Back to sleep and not much activity after that.