I blame last night's crazy narrative on the DayQuil. Trans-dimensional closet gateways, possessed kids' toys freaking out my dog, an alternate-timeline doppelgänger of my son showing up, trying with my dad to disarm a voodoo tiki torch that will explode a man's head from an indeterminate distance...
If none of these triggered my dream self to perform a reality check, full lucidity may never occur.
But it's still worth trying, because crap like this is showing up more and more often when I close my eyes at night. That shit's ENTERTAINING AS HELL.
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