Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of Lucid Dream Girl?

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Why? Why does my brain do this to me?

Not even me, apparently.

All too often I wake up in the middle of the night and scratch down a few notes to help me remember the dream I was just having. Then I go back to sleep, eager to experience my next nocturnal adventure.

But sometimes when I wake up I look at those notes and they make absolutely no friggin’ sense.

For example, what do you make of this:

Manboobs

Fury over getting my hours cut back

That makes it impossible for us to have kids over

Luck you!

Him: I don’t FEEL LUCKY

That doesn’t even ring a bell. I have no idea what I could have been thinking as I wrote that.

However, clearly it must have been a nightmare. Manboobs and all…

It kind of makes me understand how people with early onset Alzheimer’s must feel. Yikes.

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