Too Much NCIS or Too Much Vicodin?

I went to a writing class yesterday, overdid it, and paid for it later by having to double up the Vicodin. Last night, I had some more wacky dreams:

1. I was shot by a Safeco salesman and had only ten hours left to live; don’t ask me how I knew that, but that’s the way it goes in dreams. I said goodbye to my kids and then instinctively knew that DiNozzo and Abby from the show NCIS were going to do an autopsy on me and I wanted to give them some clues as to who my killer was.

2. I sang in a choir for a few verses, my brother started playing drums in the background uninvited, and then a man handed me a package of meat with little black speckles in it. He told me it was eyebright. [Isn’t that an herb?]

 

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