I have developed allergies.
I don’t really know when it happened, but this spring/summer has been inconsistently terrible. I’ve been sneezing a lot and I think I’m about 23% mucus at the moment – trending upward.
And last night I was so miserable I took an allergy pill before I went to bed. Which I think would somewhat explain the dream I had.
Earth was being invaded by a hostile alien force. They had been hiding underwater and built a huge ship to transport human captives back to their homeworld. I figured out what they were doing and forced their timetable forward. While masters of the electromagnetic spectrum, their reliance on that technology was their undoing. I organized the disruption of their communications, led the attack on their main vessel, captured one of the scouts in my cell phone (it was really ticked off), and – when the transport ship rose above the water – I forced my way on board and got 20,000 people evacuated in 6 hours.
It was exhausting and I woke up more tired than when I went to bed. And the allergy pill? Well, as Marilyn Manson would say in his song, “I don’t like the drugs, but the drugs like me,”
That allergy pill wanted to pull me back into bed and cuddle. I fought my way out of its embrace and dragged my sorry ass into work.
I’m still a little hazy, but I’m hoping the diet coke and pop tarts – and a swim a little later – will wake me up enough to get me through the rest of the day.