Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two (aghrivaine) wrote,
Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two
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Nyquil Dreams

Not feeling well, and having that "I'm about to get really sick" feeling last night, I left the game early to go home.
I took Nyquil, slept. I dreamt that I had dropped everything and joined a mercenary batallion, forming up to fight somewhere overseas. Only, this one consisted of people, and their entire families. And they'd also gone overseas previously, and found themselves unable to watch orphans and so forth being mistreated, so they took them in, too. So there was a ton of people to feed and care for. Anyway, not a remarkable dream - except that I went to sleep in the dream, then woke up, and thought to myself, "Man, that seemed real. Here's the part where I test if it was or not - if I put my foot down and touch wood, I'm still at Grandma and Grandpa's house, but if it's concrete, I really did join a mercenary company." I reached down, and touched concrete. Damn, I really had run off! Why would I do that? I should have thought this through more - I would have to call Mark and talk it over with him, some of my major life decisions I've made fairly impetuously...

Waitaminute! I was still asleep. So I got up and went to the computer to check email (always first thing I do in the morning) and sat there sort of thinking about what to do next.... when I realized I was actually still asleep in bed, and had never gotten up and gone to the computer. This process repeated itself THREE times before I finally actually did get up - and am now really, honestly, sitting at the computer.

I am. Right?

Right?
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