Ya know, I don’t think I ever really understood the term “my fever broke” until last night, when I alternated between being freezing cold—literally teeth-chatteringly cold—and ridiculously hot. I had a couple of very strange dreams, which someone later pointed out were likely fever dreams.
Again, another term that until last night meant very little to me.
One of those fever dream things was particularly interesting, as for a little while there, I pretty vividly dreamt that I was a character in Game of Thrones, warding off a Lannister attack while riding on the kingsroad on my way back to Winterfell.
Aside from demonstrating how utterly clueless I am about a wide variety of things, my fever-induced insomnia last night made me realize that apparently even my fever dreams are dorky, which made me laugh.
Which then made me swoon a bit before laying back down.
Anyway, after the weird dreaming and teeth-chattering coldness of the night, I actually started to feel human again sometime around 4:00 in the morning.
Not to fear, though, because not only did I make it to work this morning—I was even about an hour early. Probably because I was still shaking off the effects of whatever the heck plague I caught last night was.
All this is basically to say that I won’t be posting much today about comic books.
You know, because of the weird fever.
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Sometimes when I get fever dreams (or sometimes in the past where I was on some newer, slightly heavy medication) my dreams would end up being a sort of "reality but with dream stuff in it". After watching "Luck of the Irish," one of those Disney movies that's on late when a fever's been keepin' you up, I tried to go to sleep and dreamed I was surrounded by Leprechauns, but the weird thing was in the dream I was still in the same room and it was in the same condition as when I was awake (I shifted between a lot). Fever dreams certainly can be quite interesting, especially because they seem to be the ones you remember :P
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