Wow. Its been an interesting couple of days. While I REALLY don't enjoy being sick, the number of truly freaky dreams almost makes up for it. Kind of like a freak recharge, my normalcy levels are at a historic low today. Every time this happens, I truly relish the fragility of mankind's hold on "reality" as a whole. Its been YEARS since I've seen some of the things I've dreamt the last few days.

I used to, with some regularity, find myself occupying some fanciful new body, exploring verdant forests, or apocalyptic shores. I've spent no small amount of my unconscious lifetime ensconced in these forms, living alternate lives- like 'Inception', but with fur. Since I've spent most of my time at work during my sickness, this means I've literally been stepping between these vivid fantasy worlds and my actual, hard reality… Falling asleep at my workstation, with my eyes pretty much wide open, I looked across the table at my cohort to find he had been replaced by a rather ornately armored weasel fellow… "Um… You've got really nice armour…" said I, before I could stop the words from escaping my lips.

"What?" of course, was his response, and I came to once again. "Oh, shit. Never mind." Must be nice to have your supervisor lose his grip right before your eyes. 'Course, usually I'm pretty sleep deprived, and when you throw in a nice 102 degree fever… Its a recipe for interesting conversations, that's for sure. Well, he knows I'm not crazy, anyways… Doesn't he?