6 Days until Christmas

Last night I had a dream that I was in a makeshift hospital, and very sick. Dr. House was my doctor. In his typical fashion, he was avoiding making his rounds. But one day, I had a very large fever, and he came running. And I knew. Dr. House was in love with me. I was the only person he helped all day. It was the awesomest dream ever.

Then I woke up choking...

After that, I went back to sleep, because only crazies get up at 7:30 am when they don't have to. What followed was a very weird dream, but at least it involved my boyfriend this time. We were in some kind of weird world that my head had dreamed up, full of large red rock outcroppings. We had just ordered some kids about 6 dolls, only to leave the "house" to find there was some post-apocolyptic war going on over whether or not people should have dolls. We hiked a long way, meeting some interesting people. Apparently, they were also fighting over whether we should keep around poetry by people like Emerson. Eventually, we came to this store, like a convenience/eatery place, except not so much fast food. We're still talking post-apocolypse here. It was built in to one of these reddish rock outcroppings, and we decided to climb it, along with another couple that my brain manifested at this point. We did some assisted climbing, but not with normal gear like ice picks. No, I had a large tape dispenser. I climbed with ease, and DS fell in love with me a little more. He had never been more proud.

So that was my morning. Merry Christmas!