I finally crashed at 3:00 PM. My dream was bizarre. I was preaching something inspirational in a large crowd. People requested my number. I believe this came from work when people jokingly requested for my autograph after seeing how many hats I filled today.
In my dream, I had a difficult time typing my number into someone's phone. It transitioned into a dining facility with a room that holds a machine separating one chicken at a time above a pool loaded with chicken droppings and blood. The machine next to it cut watermelon perfectly. Don't ask me. I am not even going to comment on the possible interpretations. Finally, I was in the front row seat of someone's car. The guy from the restaurant wanted to take a ride into the woods. We crashed into a lot of things. The dream escalated to the point where someone had to jump into the mysterious pond water. I lend a hand as he shivered coming out.
There's still a blurry part of the dream. I can see the vivid colors of the scene, but I can't make out the picture anymore. I woke up in pain. I am sore. I don't usually lift that much in one day. I'm mentally drained. I am still trying to move on from recent events. My inner demons are calling. They chant a familiar word. "Worthless." Almost like my own father, except with more colorful language.My eyes are giving up on me. My body seems to protest in odd ways. I know I am not giving myself enough credit for what I do at work. That doesn't matter. I do everything I do to make a difference until eventually ... my body gives up. I am not ready to come back. Just know I am still alive.