I just dreamed that when elderly squirrels are dying they can slow down and expand their breathing so that they puff up like a balloon.
Then, when they finally die they explode little squirrel bits all over the forest floor.
In the dream someone lawyerish was explaining this, tho’ not directly to me, while standing on one leg in what seemed to be an elevator. He had muddy black and Red dreadlocks, and although I wasn’t in the elevator with him, I could clearly see him and the person he was talking to. But the walls weren’t transparent, it was like I could see them, but also what was beyond them at the same time. Also, as he spoke, the “story” illustrated itself. I had the distinct impression of watching him and seeing a puffed up bloated squirrel in the middle of the forest, all at once.
Another lucid dream, as I was aware the whole time that I was dreaming. After the squirrel proclamation, I woke up completely, opened by eyes and said aloud “Now where the Hell did my brain come up with that?”
And now I can’t seem to fall asleep again….
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I should almost just stay up at this point, but I was up until 7:30 this morning. Three hours of sleep will probably not be enough to get me through New Year’s Eve and into 2004….