Waking Up,

        I dreamed that I got up and the refrigerator door was open about 6 inches. The thing that struck me most odd about it wasn’t the smell of rotting food, but the fact that the light wasn’t on. In fact no lights were on, even the little clocks were dark. I could barely see the cats slinking around the edges of my vision, and even then I was thinking they might not be cats.

       

        In another dream I was at work, trying not to let people see me rubbing the crunchies out of my nose.

“Wait, I think I had a dream similar to this recently.”

I looked down to make sure I was wearing pants and shoes.

I really miss dreaming about scantily clad women.

Ad astra per technica,

FF