tenlittlebullets | (no subject)

I dreamed... all sorts of things. I dreamed I played Christine, and that when I warmed up in the mountains and the clouds my voice floated to all the high notes. I dreamed I was drowning in a flood of blue pills and spam email. I dreamed I was driving in the rain to the air cargo section of the airport, but I kept driving and driving and I never got there. I dreamed of flowers, sliced to ribbons on the razor wire.

Either my subconscious was really hyperactive last night, or NyQuil is the wrong thing to take before I go to bed.