I'm sure we'll talk about this on tomorrow's show . . . I blame the spicy sausage. Whether it was the guts of little critters that it was made from exacting their revenge or the hot spicy element that made my mouth, throat, stomach and intestines burn I am swearing that shit off unless I want a peyote like sleep.
I haven't had dreams this vivid since I was 18 with mono on a steady diet of steroids and bed rest.
Sure, I've been in these waters before with food. I ate a meat lovers pizza before going to bed a few years ago and experienced some pretty crazy dreams that included dancing sausage pieces that want to eat me. It comes with the territory.
But damn! Last night post sausage in my deep slumber (possibly snoring heavily) there was stuff happening that I won't ever forget like it had actually happened right in front of my eyes.
Damn you spicy Polish Sausage!
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