Out of the Camp, Into the Campfire

The whole reason I am awake at this time, having gone to bed early as I have a 16 hour day tomorrow, is that I dreamed I was camping, yes in a jungle again, though not the same jungle as last night, don't ask me how I know. I had a cabin in last night's dream. Tonight, I just had one of those 50's style wood and canvas adventurer's cots, you know the type, the ones that require their own porter.

I managed to roll out of the cot and up against the fire. I don't know why there was still a fire, it was already 90 degrees and 100 percent humidity. That woke me up pretty fast. I was sweating, and my lips are twitching still. Must be something in the vegetable soup my body doesn't like.

Feh! Ad Astra per technica,
FF