Maybe my dream-self was sick.
Don't feel 100% this morning. Taking it easy and trying to determine if I'm a little under the weather, at least under the weather enough to call in sick. This after my dreams involved a widespread outbreak of uncomfortable but not usually life-threatening illness, and it was an outbreak like clockwork: everyone got sick at precisely the same time. (I seem to remember that time being 2 p.m. on the dot, on some lovely summer day.) Suddenly getting around and dealing with stuff became a little epic and a little difficult. (A sick bus driver points to a sick rider: "Can you travel or not?" Points to another: "Can you travel or not?" Very no-nonsense and to the point, that bus driver.) People felt like crap but were trying to soldier through, and to drink enough water to keep from getting sicker.
Maybe I was feeling sick while asleep and my dream-self incorporated that feeling. The dream-self grabs onto all sorts of stuff.
Not The Stand, and I'm glad. I wasn't really in the mood for most everyone in the world to die, even just in a dream. Still not.
6:36 a.m. update: I'm feeling a little better. I'll be heading to work.
Maybe I was feeling sick while asleep and my dream-self incorporated that feeling. The dream-self grabs onto all sorts of stuff.
Not The Stand, and I'm glad. I wasn't really in the mood for most everyone in the world to die, even just in a dream. Still not.
6:36 a.m. update: I'm feeling a little better. I'll be heading to work.