I have weird dreams when I have a fever. In fact, there are a few dreams that I always have had when I have a fever, ever since I was little. I always know when I have a fever because I have a certain set of dreams.
People get paper thin. And a steamroller rumbles through my childhood home. Every time.
Then there are the more bizarre, hallucinogenic type dreams. When I was a kid, I was sick with bronchitis and had a 104 fever. I dreamed my dad was trying to kill me. THAT wasn't reality (and made my poor father feel awful). That was a fever dream.
Last night, I dreamt I met a man who looked like Cillian Murphy in a parking lot playing a piano. Then when he leaned in to kiss me, his face distorted and he turned into a flesh eating zombie and tried to eat my face. That was a fever dream.
This morning, my fever broke. My cold migrated from my throat to my head. And I decided I was on the mend.
Then I had a meeting this afternoon. It went well, then I decided to wander around a nearby mall. Maybe buy a new book. I rarely venture into malls anymore. I'm not opposed per se, but the good shopping isn't necessarily in a mall and I don't often have a need to go into one.
As I wandered through this mall, it felt surreal. Bizarre. There were stores I didn't even know existed anymore. Which was...weird. But mostly, I felt like I was floating through the mall. Wandering past the endless stores. Trying to keep my sense of direction in the indoor corridors which all look the same. Bizarre. Like a dream sequence in a bad eighties horror flick.
Wasn't sure if the mall experience was truly that odd or if the fuzz in my head had clouded everything into a haze. Or if my fever had returned.
Turns out? I have a fever.
And with that, I give you THE sexiest song ever performed.
Peggy Lee is the inimitable songstress. My dance troupe did a number to this song years ago, but it still comes back to me. Never before have I felt sexier dancing.
1 year ago