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I dreamed about spiders all last night. Not in a scary way (and I know some of you won't believe that there is a non-scary way to dream about spiders), but they were there in every scene, sometimes even being the point of the scene.
This would make more sense to me if it had been Monday night that was full of spidey-dreams - that was the night that I was sitting in bed, happened to look up, and saw a great big arachnid over my head. I really wanted to just ignore it and hope it would go away, but, over my head! Ready to fall down at any moment! Bad enough that I've ever experienced a cockroach on my pillow, I don't need to live through a spider in my bed.
So instead, I had to get up, get a chair and a glass, trap the spider, and flush the spider down the toilet. Bye, little (big!) spider. If we had windows that weren't covered in screens, I would have tossed you outside, so that you could make a new life for yourself, but as it is I can only hope your death by drowning was a quick one. And that you didn't survive to crawl back up the toilet pipes.
But, getting back to the original point, the fact that the spiderific dreams were last night means one thing: my brain is on a time delay. My brain is working so slowly that it takes a whole 24 hours for it to catch up to events in the real world. Tell me something today, and tomorrow at noon it'll finally register with me.
Explains a lot, actually.
This would make more sense to me if it had been Monday night that was full of spidey-dreams - that was the night that I was sitting in bed, happened to look up, and saw a great big arachnid over my head. I really wanted to just ignore it and hope it would go away, but, over my head! Ready to fall down at any moment! Bad enough that I've ever experienced a cockroach on my pillow, I don't need to live through a spider in my bed.
So instead, I had to get up, get a chair and a glass, trap the spider, and flush the spider down the toilet. Bye, little (big!) spider. If we had windows that weren't covered in screens, I would have tossed you outside, so that you could make a new life for yourself, but as it is I can only hope your death by drowning was a quick one. And that you didn't survive to crawl back up the toilet pipes.
But, getting back to the original point, the fact that the spiderific dreams were last night means one thing: my brain is on a time delay. My brain is working so slowly that it takes a whole 24 hours for it to catch up to events in the real world. Tell me something today, and tomorrow at noon it'll finally register with me.
Explains a lot, actually.