So, I had a bit of a rough night last night...
No, not in THAT way! I'm talking about nightmares.
Fires, smoldering appliances, violence, abuse, more smoldering light fixtures... Apparently I was physically struggling all night. Kept hubby awake. Woke the dog up screaming... Vilifying members of my family... The house was full of lights, each of which was turned on or off by a hidden switch. Push a switch, and one light goes on. Push the same switch, and a different light goes on! Push it again, the second light goes off. Push it again, a third light goes on! I had to find the switches that would turn off all the lights - and the place looked like a lighting fixture store: there were THOUSANDS of light fixtures! From nightlights to chandeliers, they hung from the ceiling, stood on desks, were hidden in closets, mounted on the walls, there was even a stage, with stage lighting! There was also a sense of urgency. We needed to remain hidden. None of the neighbours should know we were there... So it was pretty darned frustrating!
Ah, dreams make no sense - just like life. Any anybody who says their life makes sense isn't living.
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