The next dream was all running and hiding from people who might be infected with something deadly. There was a random stop at a video machine where you could plunk down your money and shirtless Idris Elba would talk sexy to you. I spent some $$ there, for reasons. Then it was back to running and hiding and trying to commandeer vehicles that still worked. Watching Z-Nation before bedtime is clearly a BAD idea. :O
The next morning, I woke up groggy and dizzy, feeling like I'd slept on my neck wrong. That lasted until 8pm at night! I spend the day struggling to work through thoughts, hampered by the unsteady ocean inside both ears. Good thing I was working at home.
This week's Idol prompts are up, and they're not doing a thing for me. They seem to be pointing me toward preachy stuff that I have no interest in writing. Any ideas? Prompts are:
Missing the Trees for the Forest
Every silver lining has a cloud
All that is gold does not glitter
Love and loss
Oh mighty f-list, what speaks to you?