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The strange and more vivid dreams continue, my imagination playing in my head because it’s not getting to play on paper, but then I got a fever. The combination of my untapped imagination and a fever made for a very interesting night in dreamland. Cue the maniacal laughter now. Wa-ha-ha-ha-ha!

You know how with a fever sometimes you don’t sleep well? It’s a fitful, restless kind of sleep, so that you sometimes feel less rested the next day, and you usually have weird dreams with a fever, but . . . I dreamed about sex all night. Every situation, every conversation, every subconscious adventure had sexual overtones, or actual sex. I would wake up from one dream-scape and think, “Wow, that’s weird.” Then I’d change dreams, but the theme and the cast stayed pretty secure. I could see some of the issues I am currently working on as I try to be a healthier human being, but the out right sex as the tool for that working was a little disconcerting. I had moments in dream where I was doing something that made me uncomfortable enough that I broke the dream, and then slid right back into the same dream, but it wasn’t one of those nightmares that you can’t break free of, it was a good dream, but I kept waking myself up and each time I went back to this last dream it was a little more user friendly. I would wake, find Jon beside me, cuddle close to him, and then the last dream of the night would come back over me like a wave and I’d be right there. I got to see the clock at 1:00 AM, 2:00 AM, 3:30 AM, 4:00 AM, 4:30-ish AM, 5:00 AM. It was somewhere between 3:30 and 5:00-something that the last dream took me. Each reiteration rescripted itself so that each time my discomfort grew less, and the other people in the dream with me grew happier, too. Until the very last dream where the alarm went off at 6:00 AM was a nice, happy, exciting, titillating, experience.

I shared some of that relaxed happy with Jon sharing the dream with him, and letting the heat of that carry us both away. It was a great way to start the day, even if I was still feverish. Then Jon told me about his dreams that night. He’d dreamed that he and our friend, and assistant, Carri and he were “gentleman” adventurers hired to fight an evil scientist who was making an army of zombies in his underground hideout, and would destroy the world if not stopped. The zombies collapsed into mannequin like parts with one blow, or kick, so it was fun zombie slaying. Both he and Carri had super-wire-fu Kung-fu powers, also very fun. I got to be the heiress, the girl part, and look pretty and cheer them on. About the time my dreams were having a very happy “climax”, his dream was full of giant robot suits and the zombie fighting was in high gear.

Sex, zombies, giant robots, mad scientists, heroics, wire-fu, and sex. Just another night at the Hamilton-Green household.