Stop it, you stupid body. Quit it.
I had another nightmare, surprise, surprise. I was on an operating table, wide awake as the doctors cut into me. I had medical instruments wedged into the giant, gaping chasm in my stomach. The tubes poking out of me were squirting with my bodily fluids. Blood and...other stuff. Less red stuff. And the doctors decided to smear it on my face. You know, like tribal paint? Or something, I don't frickin know, I was tied up and whacked out, totally incapacitated.
There was even more to that nightmare, but thankfully I seem to have blocked it out. At least until my dream picks up where it left off.
I'm going to Google "medication to stop dreams" and see what comes up. Maybe I can find it in the pharmacy. Side effect, potential death? Yeah, I volunteer. I need rest!
I am so tired of waking up feeling more exhausted than when I went to bed. It's too hard.
Yep. The other half of my dream was a crocodile (alligator?) coming up through the toilet.
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