Just had to share this. The last 2 nights to help with the pain and sleeping I’ve taken Hydrocodone. I must add for the benefit of future employers that this was prescribed by my doctor and is perfectly legit. In fact future employers should probably not read this blog as it is supposed to be slightly funny and probably not conductive to future positions, except at maybe real cool places where I’d probably like to work one day.
Anyway.
Thursday nights dream was like watching a giant space battle/chase that would make you go wow if it were at the cinema, it was totally extreme. This was followed by intense sequences of Vampire violence and mild language.
Last nights involved hooking up trailers with our vacation stuff in to Uncle Paul’s massive dump truck, and sending the bicycles back home wrapped in cardboard and string via the grumpy courier man. I have no idea who that is. I have no idea why Uncle Paul had a dump truck, or why Ian made me climb on the rear wheels each time to attach the trailer.
I’m sure someone will analyze these dreams and come up with some deep meaning, but I’m pretty sure Hydrocodone is to blame.
