Post-Thanksgiving Food Coma Dream
The night after Thanksgiving, I had a nightmare which, given the amount of rich food I had, isn't a total shocker. What is shocking is the sheer banality and eerie randomness of said nightmare: me sitting in a dimly lit room with no exits and no windows. It had a single chair, a single table and a single TV with a DVD player. On the table was a single DVD: Season 1 of Murder, She Wrote.
Now that's a scary dream..