Overdoing it

I mentioned before how I'm trying to get through the backlog of Walking Dead episodes.Yesterday I marathoned four episodes in a row. I sat in my living room, thinking about how sad I would be during a zombie apocalypse, losing friends, family home, and due to one of the B-Plots of the episode, my books.

Then I had a nightmare where some sort of massive earthquake happened, and roving bandits came to take my books.

Not even take; they were going to pay for the books. But many of my collection are from stores long-closed and places I'll never go again. They weren't just taking my books; they were taking my happy memories too.

Incredibly useful image! Hooray!

When I woke up it all seemed a lot sillier than it did in the dream where I begged them not to take my books (or at least to spo cutting up the jackets). Today I'm going to stick to Friends and lighter fare while I clean the house. Too much doom and gloom isn't good for me. 

Getting weirder

As I've discussed previously, I'm having weird dreams, nightmares, and stress dreams. While the nightmares and stress dreams seem to have stopped, my normal dreams are getting weirder.

I can have a pipe that brings cats right to my bed?

Dreams are often weird, and none of mine are memorable enough to recount here. There's only one shared detail: many of my dreams go out of their way to convince me they're real.

My dream about my father being alive dispelled any possible logical fallacies. My monster nightmare had me focus on the aftereffects such an encounter would have on my long-term psyche. My dream from two nights ago had a dream-within-a-dream where my husband told me the events of the 1st dream were (and then weren't) real.

What the hell?

Why is my brain giving me logic puzzles?

I really don't know what to make of this.

Thoughts? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?