Third Dream. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

Well, at least I know I got minimum three rounds of REM sleep. Mood is definitely better than when I went to sleep. Hope it lasts. Did wake up with my right eye looking bloodshot, but I have leftover drops. Me and my dang eye infections.

So, dream. I was thinking about a former workplace I left a while ago. I thought “why not just go back”? Hated the place, ha ha. So, I show up and just start working. And who should be next to me?

Soon to be ex-Wife. Her image was vivid. I was all “when did you start working here?” She said she got the idea from me 85 days ago. No idea the significance of “85”.

I’m walking outside, and I feel that something about this isn’t quite right. That’s when I see my ‘88 Dodge Caravan. She’s been retired for over a decade. Her color was SO vivid. So I get in her, and I mentally use dream-logic to game it. I think “clearly the keys must be on the van.”

The keys are in the ignition. NICE. Roll up the windows, start the engine, and I drive away.

Gosh, maybe my brain needs a lot of defragging.