Sorry folks, no nighttime dream adventures to regale you with. It’s all muddy. No, really. I was covered in mud, stuck fast in a mud hole, and surrounded by mud as far as I could see. Which wasn’t far because mud is hard to look through, you know. I heard sounds bounce off trees, but they were not close enough to be of help.
But I wasn’t panicking. I didn’t feel in danger. There was just this sense of Not Giving A Fuck. It wasn’t peace. It wasn’t surrender. It was just I was stuck fast in a mudhole, completely overwhelmed by mud, and I didn’t give a flying fuck.
So I let the mud hold me.
Warm mud.
I snored.
The end.