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Oh, the strangeness of the dreams I had last night:
1) There was a measuring tape, rather like you'd see in a doctor's office, but it was at the fair. I told someone I was five foot five, but when I went and stood by the tape I was five foot nine. This boggled me, but then I (quite reasonably) decided that I must have gotten taller since the last time I measured my height.
2) I - in the guise of one of my roleplaying characters, which sometimes happens in my dreams - was an undercover agent working in a weird sort of brothel. The 'customer' who arrived, however, was really my (female?!?) boss in disguise (must have been a good disguise), who had come to give me some vital information. But as we were planning some sort of guerilla strike upon our enemies, I felt agonizing pain in my hand and looked down to see that my blood vessels were clearly visible through the skin of my arm, bright red and blue meeting about four inches shy of my hand. This clearly meant the oxygenated blood was building up on one side, and the unoxygenated blood on the other. (This is the sort of science that takes place in my dreams.) So my boss started rushing me to the hospital because I had a blood clot, which could clearly lead to a stroke. Meanwhile, I furiously massaged my arm trying to knock the clot clear, but managed only to push the clot into a larger vein. I woke up with the overwhelming fear that if I pushed it all the way to my heart, I'd have a heart attack.
3) I went to an instruction session on how to slalom. However, in this case, 'slalom' meant the art of skiing behind a bobsled pulled by a team of huskies.
(For the record, husky slalom is a DAMN LOT OF FUN. It's a lot like water skiing, but on snow. This was the last of my dreams, so I woke up in an awesome mood.)
1) There was a measuring tape, rather like you'd see in a doctor's office, but it was at the fair. I told someone I was five foot five, but when I went and stood by the tape I was five foot nine. This boggled me, but then I (quite reasonably) decided that I must have gotten taller since the last time I measured my height.
2) I - in the guise of one of my roleplaying characters, which sometimes happens in my dreams - was an undercover agent working in a weird sort of brothel. The 'customer' who arrived, however, was really my (female?!?) boss in disguise (must have been a good disguise), who had come to give me some vital information. But as we were planning some sort of guerilla strike upon our enemies, I felt agonizing pain in my hand and looked down to see that my blood vessels were clearly visible through the skin of my arm, bright red and blue meeting about four inches shy of my hand. This clearly meant the oxygenated blood was building up on one side, and the unoxygenated blood on the other. (This is the sort of science that takes place in my dreams.) So my boss started rushing me to the hospital because I had a blood clot, which could clearly lead to a stroke. Meanwhile, I furiously massaged my arm trying to knock the clot clear, but managed only to push the clot into a larger vein. I woke up with the overwhelming fear that if I pushed it all the way to my heart, I'd have a heart attack.
3) I went to an instruction session on how to slalom. However, in this case, 'slalom' meant the art of skiing behind a bobsled pulled by a team of huskies.
(For the record, husky slalom is a DAMN LOT OF FUN. It's a lot like water skiing, but on snow. This was the last of my dreams, so I woke up in an awesome mood.)
