Ever since we moved to the new house, I've been remembering my dreams a lot more clearly. It could be all of the extra sleep I've been getting, uninterrupted by pre-teen girls, bums with shopping carts, or roommates who like to awaken and be productive well before noon. It could be my mind occupying itself in the absence of a job. Who knows?
Last night I dreamed I was camping. I was looking for something outside, and out of the corner of my eye, I see a blue jay holding a flaming log from our campfire in his beak. A big log, much bigger than the bird, who was hopping around in dry brush and lighting it on fire. A man who looked like a dirty hippie (long hair, beard, etc.) dressed in bright yellow fire gear was running after the bird and caught it, still ablaze. I picked up the hose and doused them both. He yelled at me, saying he was a scientist and this was part of his work. I screamed at him to get off my property, and turned the hose on him once again.
Then I woke up.
Last night I dreamed I was camping. I was looking for something outside, and out of the corner of my eye, I see a blue jay holding a flaming log from our campfire in his beak. A big log, much bigger than the bird, who was hopping around in dry brush and lighting it on fire. A man who looked like a dirty hippie (long hair, beard, etc.) dressed in bright yellow fire gear was running after the bird and caught it, still ablaze. I picked up the hose and doused them both. He yelled at me, saying he was a scientist and this was part of his work. I screamed at him to get off my property, and turned the hose on him once again.
Then I woke up.
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fear the mushroom!!