So I was having my usual duel with insomnia last night and I thought to myself while thinking, 'hmmm, if I just keep up imagining 1800s football until I fall asleep, I might just be able to watch a game in my sleep." Seemed like a long shot to try to set up such a precise dream about something I've never dreamed about before but it was worth the effort, I never lucid dream anymore. I was quite disappointed when my first alarm went off that I didn't remember any dreams. I expected I'd at least get something since I was feeling creative and thinking so much before sleep, usually a good recipe for some funky dreams. I still had another 30 minutes before I had to get up though so I rolled back over to quick try again.
Suddenly I'm on vacation in Africa. I've never been to Africa or have any particular desire to go there. I have exceedingly little idea how life is in Africa. I find myself in a fast food restaurant talking about how I needed to go to the bathroom. The guy I am with laughs. He's sitting in the children's play area's slide eating and says, luaghing, he always sits there because the food makes him have to poop. I don't have the chance to ask him if this is a normal thing before his laughs turn to worried gasps and he gets this worried look on his face. He then passes out and slides backwards down the slide. When he goes, he slides down in a helluva lot of blood. Real horrorshow.
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