I have been sleeping terribly these past few days, and feeling like rotten hell to boot. If there’s one upside from this, I’ve been having rather outlandish fanfiction-esque dreams relating to TV shows.
A couple of days ago I had a dream involving Peep Show. Mark, for reasons I can’t recall, had to house-sit for someone’s bizarre underground pool party pad. This underground pool party pad, for similarly inexplicable reasons, had a tiger cub he also had to look after. Mark got eaten and mauled to death by it in his sleep. … but instead of his side of the story just ending, Mark was still active as a ghost. Free of the mortal realm, he used his spectral powers for immature pranks such as invading Jeff’s house and putting a spider in his underpants drawer.
Meanwhile, Jez was on some mountain trail deep in darkest Africa or something with some other people (inevitably trying to mack on one of the girls), and discovered an ancient booby-trapped temple filled with treasure. While in the midst of impressing the girls with his discovery, ghost Mark showed up and asked him if he could return home and go to the underground pool party pad, because he was worried his wallet would be stolen. Jez didn’t seem to notice that Mark was dead.
And just last night I had a bizarre dream involving Hawkeye and Radar from M*A*S*H. The two of them were in Nazi Germany, of all places, and were on a rescue mission to retrieve a dozen baby chicks from a Nazi-operated farm. Where said chicks were being escorted to, I have no idea.
I can only imagine tonight’s dream will involve an Apatosaurus joining the cast of Friends. I’ll keep you posted.