In my world there’s a flimsy gauze between sleep and morning time. It’s translucent enough to remember your dreams with clarity and access that part of your mind that doesn’t bother with logic but rather grabs random pieces of data and stitches them together. Consider this: Shortly after I woke up I was humming the tune “Winter Wonderland” but with the following lyrics:
And the friends that we made,
Have long since decayed,
Stumbling through a zombie wonderland.
Writer, architect, father, husband.
Whoa. Awesomely creepy.
Dreams can really be bizarre, can’t they? That cracked me up though.
Last night I had dreams of tidal waves engulfing everything in mud. No news on the zombie front–they must’ve escaped to higher ground.
LOL!
I think you may be related to Mr FD… and that is a worry.