I had a very fitful sleep the other night, but with it came a couple crazy awesome dreams that kind of made the resulting exhaustion worthwhile.
The first was an elaboration of a recurring dream about a zombie apocalypse. Most of it was pretty ho-hum - zombies biting people, creating more zombies, world in chaos, survival horror, blah blah blah - but towards the end it got a little interesting. Somehow, in the several times I woke up and fell asleep again, the dream logic evolved to the point where the zombies were invisible, and people were only vulnerable to zombie attack when in the light - especially sunlight.
I went to visit my mother, who was living in a cave in the middle of a forest (like you do), and who was apparently unaware of the invisible zombie menace. She was knitting, which was odd not only because she was living in a cave after a zombie apocalypse, but also because in real life she has chronic tendonitis and carpal tunnel syndrome and hasn't knitted in years (I can't actually remember ever seeing her knitting, only crocheting, and that was quite a few years ago. She has recently taken up loom knitting after I told her about it, because she finds it doesn't aggravate her various hand/wrist/elbow issues, but that's beside the point...whatever my point was.). Anyway, I guess she was having a hard time seeing her knitting work in her dark cave, because she carried it to the cave mouth and held it up in the sunlight to get a better look at it, inadvertently putting herself at risk of invisible zombie attack. I warned her of the danger, and as evidence I pointed out that some of her stitches were being undone as she stood there, which was clearly the work of invisible zombies. The horror!
After waking up again, I fell back asleep and dreamt I was on a beach where people were being chased down and trampled to death by giant, angry centaurs. It was eventually revealed that the centaurs were somewhat reasonable (by dream logic standards) and only attacked people who had upset them in some way, but I never did learn what it was that merited death by centaur.
Involved, action-packed dreams like those are almost more tiring than staying awake.
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