I can understand the intuitive bodily response “we seem to have a cold -> sleep until 6:00pm.” More difficult to understand is the addendum: “And make sure the time is filled with a never-ending string of insane dreams.” The bits where I could rollerblade using just my feet were pretty entertaining; the bits where the bulk of the mass of my teeth fell off, leaving shark teeth behind, a lot less so. The number of cameo appearances made by acquaintances from decades past gave the sense of a deranged reunion.
Soup-filled and re-vitamined, I am returning to the experience.
Hope you feel better soon. I always imagine that the intensity of dreams when I get sick reflects the intense effort that my body is putting forward to heal up. Fever dreams are the most unsettling.
Are you sick, poor dear Milan? I hope you feel better soon! *Hug*
I always tend to have some really challenging dreams in which I must run away from some monstrous creatures, hold onto a rope because my life depended on it, or solve insanely complex puzzles in order to save the world… LOL.
Take lots of rest and you’ll be up and running in no time! =)