I’ve had a cold the past few days, which had been making me feel kind of miserable. However, I really compounded my suffering when I followed my after-dinner martini with a hot, lemony Neo Citran. Even with a couple of hours separating them, there were consequences: excruciating;y boring dreams that managed to be disturbing, too, though mostly for their boringness. And a generally stoned and unhappy Eric for the entire yesterday.
Note to self: don’t do that.
Category: me
I am curious as to how a boring dream can be disturbing. I didn’t think that disturbing things were boring unless it is disturbing that something is boring because it should not be boring (like being bored while sky diving for example). What was it about?!!
I dreamed, in fact, that I was shopping. But I didn’t know what I was shopping for. But it was terribly important. And my dream went in depth into my walking into store after store after store and talking to person after person after person. For hours.