I'm prone to really nonsensical dreams.
Sometimes, the people are made up of geometric shapes in primary colors. I still recognize them.
Sometimes, I dream entirely in green.
And sometimes, there is no "plot" or people, just a series of sentences and phrases that don't make sense paired with really strong feelings about these sentences and phrases that don't make sense.
This morning, I woke up urgently needing poppy-flavored Windex. So, you know, the next time I need to lick my windows, they taste nice. (On a side note, what do poppies taste like? I don't even know what they smell like.)
I just realized, this whole post sounds like I'm on drugs. To clarify, I am not on drugs. Unless you count caffeine, in which case I need to join a twelve-step program stat.
(True: As the holidays are over, I'll be going back to my regular posting schedule.)