Tuesday Night


There’s a reason I have started giving myself an hour or so of game playing before bed.  Wednesday, I awoke with a really tight muscle in my back and one in my neck, because my sleep had not been good.  Here are the four dreams I remember:

  1.  A woman who had her face cut off and then eaten, showed up at my door to warn me that there had been a prison break and someone was coming to kill me.  I was less disturbed by the prison break and more disturbed by the woman who was wearing a see through plastic mask in place of her skin.  Goo was oozing out from the edges of the mask.  She had no lips, so I could see her teeth and they moved up and down as she talked.  I could also see into her sinus cavity because her nose was gone.
  2. The squirrels in my neighborhood caught rabies and were trying to bite people.  We called animal control, who took up positions inside our houses and were shooting them through our *closed* windows.  The theory was if the windows were closed the rabid squirrels couldn’t get inside the houses.  For some reason, they were killing for fun.  A pack of squirrels would jump out of the trees, land on someone, and bite them until they bled to death.
  3. I was mailing my wedding invitations when the post office I was at went on lockdown because of gunmen in the area.  I could hear the gunfire and I knew there was more than one shooter.  I could also hear people screaming outside.  Then there was a huge explosion and someone ran past saying they had blown up the police station.  The dream ended as they were firing at the windows of the post office.
  4. Finally, a small meteor impact in southeastern Russia, carried enough radiation to mutate several bacteria and viruses, including Y. Pestis and H5N1 to make them airborne.  Under normal circumstances, neither Bubonic Plague or H5N1 – a strain of influenza that is exceedingly rare, has a 90% mortality rate, and can only pass from bird-to-human – are airborne or able to easily pass from human-to-human.  When this does happen, we get chaos and pandemics (the Black Death of the 14th century was an airborne form of Bubonic Plague and the Spanish Flu pandemic of 1919 has a very similar structure to H5N1).

These dreams may not seem connected to each other or even connected to my writing, but I only have these types of dreams when I write or edit immediately before going to bed.  I’m sure there were others I don’t remember, considering I bit through my night guard and had some decent jaw pain as well as the headache and tight muscles.

Then yesterday, we had the Great Nephew for most of the evening and I dreamed about being pregnant all night long.  Needless to say, I didn’t sleep good last night either.

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