Those were some weird/ freaky dreams...
Last night, I had a just a wild night. Every time I closed my eyes to go to sleep, I entered a world in which my thoughts were twisted into scenarios that were either gruesome or out of a early Salvador Dali painting. It seems as though my clock had sprung.
What was really strange was that I usually do not recall my dreams, so that fact that I can remember four of them is freaky in itself. It was also weird that when I was dreaming and it got 'bad' so to speak I would not wake myself up. My mind was racing last night in a world which felt like a Quentin Tarantino movie mixed with an Edgar Allen Poe poem. For instance, in one dream my child was captured along with B.J. Honneyicut from M*A*S*H (a show I have not seen in at least five years) by Nazis to be experimented on. They tied his feel to a rope and swung him like a pendulum trying to hit B.J. with him. When they stopped swinging him, he asked for more. After that, my dreams got wider and more graphic...
Now, I did not eat anything weird last night, nothing out of the ordinary happened yesterday and I can not think of a reason why this series of really strange dreams occurred. I am just glad to be awake...
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