I don't know what exactly was in my curry last night, but hell I experienced more than a few very lucid, very vivid dreams right up until my alarm went off this morgen, much to my immediate hatred.
A group of us tried out this new curry den down the road. Something's up. I swear I was tripping last night. The dreams. All night long.
In one dream, I was in my school uniform, flying. I had the ability to fly and was - wittingly and cunningly - flying across the hockey fields by the seat of my pants. It was rather embarrassing since the whole school could see my doondies, and there were boys tottering around too, but I was flying with my dress up and my pantyhose on display.
Other dreams included uploading pictures of people singing karaoke at varsity onto this blog by mistake, and then another was electrocuting Big T with some scientific equipment, which was very amusing - because it made his hair stand on end.
The dreams got stranger and stranger. Now I had the braised and curried chicken breast with garden peas, (everyone around me, C especially, had order envy. My dish was great. Until my head hit the pillow that is.)
Good curry, but fuck. Did they sprinkle acid onto my dish or something?