I may be angry. It seems I'm extraordinarily violent and irrational. For the last two nights I've woken up exhausted from fighting with people in my dreams. I'm so tired of the fighting, but what is it I'm really upset about? I've made another dose of pesto tonight...extra garlic... to entice my crazy dreamer side.
As I sat outside overseeing Peanut tonight, lightening winked at me over the rooftops. As I crawled into bed, a weather text warned me of the impending storm. I can already hear it rumble a warning.
This combination is surely inclined to rock my dreams. Only the fan humming in the window can lull me into another fitful night of sleep. What will my dreams show me tonight?