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Dreams these days are weird and non-restful, on hcg. Last night, dreamed that a bunch of college-aged people were putting on a play, but that one of the actors planned to actually kill someone for real during the production, a young lady he'd lured over to the theater/lecture hall.
Queue me careening around the packed hall, trying to play the hero by declaring my knowledge (obtained perhaps clairvoyantly?) of the dastardly plan (naturally not being believed), physically tussling with one fellow (and successfully shoving him to the ground), then desperately hunting 'round the edge of the auditorium for the room (green room?) where the villain (which one of them it was I wasn't sure of) had probably stashed her, as time was running out.
Yup; that's my mind on hcg and ketones. Flight or Fight, or a combination of both.
Queue me careening around the packed hall, trying to play the hero by declaring my knowledge (obtained perhaps clairvoyantly?) of the dastardly plan (naturally not being believed), physically tussling with one fellow (and successfully shoving him to the ground), then desperately hunting 'round the edge of the auditorium for the room (green room?) where the villain (which one of them it was I wasn't sure of) had probably stashed her, as time was running out.
Yup; that's my mind on hcg and ketones. Flight or Fight, or a combination of both.