dayquil induced dreams

I hate being sick. Normally, when I take a sick day, I feel guilty for not being at work. However, since I have morphed into a walking snot machine, I’m not feeling so guilty. In an attempt to feel better, I took quite a few meds last night and had some pretty weird dreams.

Ever dream of Danny DeVito? It’s weird, let me tell you that much.

In addition to Danny DeVito, I also dreamed about Mexican raccoons.

So I was out flying one night at mom and dads, doing some stargazing (I had a jet pack that looked a lot like the one on Myth Busters the other day. While soaring over the backyard, I see a light coming from my dads cornfield. It turns out that the raccoons are back.

Let us step back a moment. Dad plants corn in the spring. Around harvesting time, the raccoons come and eat it. Two or three years ago, dad proceeded to shoot nearly every raccoon he saw. He had nearly no corn left. One night, he was outside and saw a raccoon in his diminished crops. He proceeded to shoot the said raccoon, take the corn from its dead mouth, bring it inside, boil it (the corn) and eat it.

Back to the dream. At one point or another—it is no longer clear as dreams have a way of distorting and clouding—the raccoons turn into Mexicans, who I turn to call the cops on—as I turn to fly away, they point their miners hats (the lights I saw from the sky) at me and begin shooting at me. /memory of dream.

While my body is still producing mass amounts of snot, I hope to return to work tomorrow. I also hope the weird dreams don’t linger in my head like these. I mean seriously, Mexican raccoons?