summer day 61

I am convinced that my body conspires against my brain in al all-out war to see who really rules me. yes, I realize this is crazy. but let me explain.

you see, last night I dreamed about chasing someone through crunchy snow in a giant unsteady pirate ship as the wind bit my cheeks. I woke up shivering. and then I threw up.

and then I dreamed about somewhere dark and I woke up clawing at a bump on my neck. and then I threw up.

so was I dreaming, brain? or body, were you cold and motion-sick? because I still have the bump and a queasy stomach. and questions.