Mine was last night, actually. Go cold medicine. =]
Regardless of the assistance, I dreamed that I was caught in this maze, and I had to crawl under these pipes and through cellars to escape. It was an all dirt floor, damp and cool, with a musty scent like rotting leaves. I was crawling through the maze, and I could feel the dirt between my fingers and stuck to my knees (I was wearing shorts) and the smooth metal of the pipes. Splinters of wood were stuck in my fingers, and I could taste the mustiness in the back of my throat. I remember running into pipes with my head, and each time it would hurt a little bit more, and more. When I finally crawled to the surface, the light was really, really bright, and the sun was warm. The breeze blowed my hair in my face, and I reached up to brush it out, and my hands were dirty.
I woke up with sore knees.
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