I had another bizarre dream a couple nights ago. I’m back in PA crouched on the porch of the house I grew up in. I am crouched and hiding because there are aliens running around disintegrating people. I can’t remember what they looked like, but I knew it they were horrible. I have a magic silvery blanket that I pull over me at the moment the aliens trigger a bomb that washes over the land and melts anything living. The blanket protects me from the weird bomb, but also forces me to stay hidden on the porch.
Very odd. I don’t think I’m getting enough sleep. Do you?
-Dave
