It’s time once again for everybody’s favorite blog post, dream reports.
If nothing else, the sheer dichotomy between the dreams I had last night is highly amusing. Dream 1 involved some sort of parasitic bug/worm scurrying and multiplying beneath the skin in my legs. No matter how hard I hit the bugs in my legs with my hands or with other objects, I couldn’t kill them. Just as it became obvious that I wouldn’t be able to fend them off, I woke up. After spending far too long convincing myself in my half-awake state that the previous dream wasn’t real, I went back to sleep. Dream 2 was a cute, innocent dream where I walked around downtown Lincoln and visited a girl who worked at a restaurant. We’d flirt and cuddle, and I gave her a peck on the cheek; at that point in the dream, I woke up for good. The latter dream continues a pattern that began over a year ago; any dreams I have concerning romantic entanglement have become, well, very chaste.
All in all, it’s slightly odd.