That time I had a fever and dreamed I was abducted and maybe I really was.

Forgot to mention this.



Maybe it was because I had a fever last night, but I think I was abducted by aliens. Okay, not really, I hope, but the fever fucked with my mind. I was semi-conscious all night, having the strangest, most outer-body dream that I was...abducted, I guess, with a bunch of people I didn't know, and forced to travel the world, appearing in one place and a second later appearing somewhere else, collecting artifacts for superior beings.

All along I was entirely aware of what was I doing, conscious of my dream but believing everything about it was real and factual.

Fever makes me dream really freaky shit, including a dream about gnomes I began having as a child. Anyway...I can't even explain how it felt last night, as I was in my bed, but I wasn't, awake but not, dreaming but not really.

It reminded me of my time at UConn a few years ago. You see, I'm extremely stubborn, especially when it comes to medicine and being sick. I've only been to the doctor for an illness once in the past...four years? Possibly longer. At UConn one weekend, I probably had a fever of 104+, considering I was not only dreaming constantly, but hallucinating as well. I remember talking to myself in my room, seeing a horse in my dorm, having a plethora of dreams, and then nevertheless going out Friday night to hang out with friends. Ah, good times.