Last night, I dreamed that I went trick or treating on the McGill campus (which looked like the Cambridge rail station) and President Dubya Bush gave me a kitkat.
WTF??
I've come up with a nice term for weird dreams: introucing bugs in my OS (It came to me while I was dreaming, but I like it). Katy woke me up last night at 1am to ask me who the pretentious man in a suit was. Mmmokay. She'll come up with random statements like that when she's asleep. Apparently, she was trying to stop a war so it's ok.
I don't know what I did to myself last night but this morning *both* shoulders hurt.
Not a happy camper.
You shouldn't eat before going to sleep (at least three to four hours) and when you have troubled sleep, with weird dreams that stresses you out, you contract your muscles very very hard and you wake up with sored muscles (and sometimes cramped muscles) that hurts a lot.
In other words, welcome to my world…
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