Last night I had a rather... abstract dream. I was walking downstairs after I (thought I'd) woken up, went to turn the kitchen light on, and the light switch was about a foot long, as thick as my neck. I don't know why it didn't surprise me. I got some food, sat down to eat, and I looked out on our covered patio. My dog was sitting upright in the wicker chair, smoking a cig, and reading a magazine. I flipped my shit, ran outside. I was running to my next door neighbors house (good friend of mine) to see if anything changed at his house, and I woke up. I have dreams like these all the time. :/
It's like my brain is chasing rabbits.