The few scraps of the dreams I had before I woke up this morning were so weirdly dark and twisted that I can’t come up with a way to summarize them. When I finally woke up with the bits and pieces of the last dream still rattling around in my head I was so discombobulated that I wasn’t sure what year it was, let alone where I was. And somehow my weird dreams woke me up just minutes before the alarm was scheduled to go off.
Feels like it’s going to be a long day.
This Is Drivel 