Boy, I have had the strangest dreams the past couple of weeks. Everything from a shower stall infested with tiny bright yellow moths and huge black and yellow butterflies to forgetting to buy Christmas presents and trying to skip town to avoid the embarrassment (didn't work).
And things go downhill from there. Weird, beyond-surreal events with vaguely familiar people from way back when fade in/fade out, seeping all through my night-time or nap-time brain-wrinkles. Lots of very vivid stuff.
I guess I'm just having some sort of huge subconscious flush-out to make room for new weird autumn stuff. Sort of a "Summer Psyche Clearance Sale," I guess.