Sweet Dreams

I had two fitful sleep sessions last night; both punctuated by intense dream crescendos. Upon the first waking, I had been bitten by two rattlesnakes, during the second I was deep in the helping of a small band of pre-apocalyptic refugees gathering fabric and blankets in preparation for a Bird Box-ian scenario that appeared to be descending upon us.  

Clearly, I’m subconsciously relaxed.  Furthermore, it’s obvious that nothing disconcerting is lurking just beneath the surface of my perceived personal event horizon.