Dream/s, picking up chicks
November 19th, 2008 | 
Author: The night before yesternight I dreamed we had a Rottweiler and two chickens. Evidently I was already getting the hens well trained, because I picked one up and she behaved herself.
In general, I've been having more of the non-crazy, stupidly domestic dreams. My head even bores myself. Dreaming I had held a conversation I hadn't, or dreaming I broke my diet by accident. OK, the latter's a stress dream, and I certainly remember it from last time I was on the non-eaty regime.
It's just bloody confusing, though, and I'd rather get back to stuff I can easily distinguish in my head from reality. Bring on the disturbing semi-metamorphoses, seeing pandas in my back garden or running around gunning stuff down! Frankly, I want to see some head-pyrotechnics. I feel I'm owed this sort of wacky stuff. I am taking my meds like a good pup, after all.
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