I had to sleep on a couch last night.
The couch had been at my dad’s office for years and they finally decided to get rid of it. My dad decided that he would take it home.
It’s comfortable enough, and it’s much longer than other couches, so I actually fit onto it without my legs hanging over the end or my head being contorted at an angle that makes chiropractors salivate.
But it gave me weird dreams.
In my first dream my 5 year old cousin was possessed and he was slowly turning into a demon. The only way we could help him was by finding the demons that were hiding in my grandparents’ house and stop them from performing all the human sacrifices. My brain sacred the crap out of me when I walked up the steps that were serving as a sluice for the sticky ribbons of blood that were cascading down.
In my second dream I was running around trying to pick Mike’s Hard Lemonade caps up off of the floor. I had a huge armful, but then I’d find more caps and have to try to hold on to them. It was very frustrating.
Analyze as you see fit.
