I can't seem to get out a single creative thought today.
These antibiotics are doing a number on my conscious clever levels.
(Yes, that is my excuse, and I'm sticking to it.)
And I say conscious clever levels because I have been having THE craziest dreams lately.
How is it that in a conscious state, I've got nothing, but in the suspension of consciousness my brain is an imaginative genius?
(I'll use the term genius lightly, as I'll let you be the judge after hearing this little number.)
My most recent and notably crazy dream involved;
Rushing to the airport and not finding anywhere to park the car so I leave it at the arrivals pick-up.
I fly to Jamaica with Kristie.
We rent a sweet Jeep and drive for what seems like forever.
We're about to arrive at the hotel, but as we're crossing a bridge, a ship rams itself into it causing a massive explosion. (The fact alone that I, me, Alissa, am dreaming of explosions? You know something is wrong...)
Pause...and we're back in Kristie's parents backyard in the hot tub.
Resume...back in Jamaica having dinner.
Suddenly my boy shows up driving a huge red truck, which to my recollection was for no apparent reason other than to include him in the dream. In a flash, he was gone. So was Kristie.
Next thing I know, I'm hiding from the hotel staff (???) and trying to find clean towels.
Finally, my cell phone was stolen by a catty Montreal tourist whilst (yes, I'm using the word whilst) trying to take a picture of the sunset...
How long was I dreaming?
That feels like a whole nights worth of crazy, no?
Lets see what tonight brings.
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