I've come to the conclusion that the intensity of my dreams is (at least occasionally) directly proportional to the amount of stress that I'm feeling. Yesterday I got the news I mentioned about my dental future, and last night I dreamt about a) training whales to be assassins and b) driving down the highway, looking in the rear view mirror, and discovering I'd run over two people.
Weird, huh?
2 comments:
You need some of that brain rain you talked about in your previous post. ;) Yup, you're officially crowned the Weird Dreamer. hee!
Actually, the hard part wasn't training them to be assassins. The hard part was getting them into those ninja outfits. Thanks, Spandex!
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