Wild and, Wooly?

        Had one of those wake up and wonder what I had for dinner that caused this moments, but was so stirred up in the brain, that I couldn’t remember what the dream actually was.

        The dream I was having this morning when the alarm went off, was of being wrapped up in the old wool cavalry blanket my dad had when we were young. I remember the smell of the wool, the warmth and the humidity of the thing when you were cocooned in it. It was a little bit scratchy as well. It was the smell, though, that permeated the dream this morning. I can’t tell where it came from, as on waking the smell completely vanished, though the itching and humidity didn’t. (I’d somehow trapped myself in the felt blanket and had the pins and needles from the pinched nerves firing in both my legs and my right arm.)

Ad astra per technica,
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