A Seriously Bad Dream

Last night, I had a very bad dream. Not a nightmare, just a dream that sucked, a total waste of my subconscious mind.

Sometimes I dream in movies or TV shows, which is likely a reflection of how much the media controls my day to day existence. But usually the dreams are playfully imaginative with decent twists and strange scene morphs that end up with really bizarro juxtapositions that involve things like Tom Selleck playing the saxophone while wearing snowshoes in my grandmother’s washroom.
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