I had the weirdest dream. I was in this foreign country, and people’s heads kept falling off. This wasn’t the end for them, they would pick up their heads and reattach them again. But it was a wide spread ailment, and there were lots of heads on the ground at any one time having discussions, exclaiming, rolling their eyes.
I had some kind of quest, like Dorothy in Oz, but despite the sense of urgency I don’t think I ever became cognizant of what it was.
The sky was a really weird color, and I had a pet crocodile who had to be yanked back on his leash so he didn’t make a meal of the heads on the ground.
I woke up, and the dream had left me curled in a tight ball with my shoulders bunched up. I was stressed! My dream actually stressed me out, because even while it receded and real life came seeping in, I was still sleepily fretting that the head-falling-off thing would prove contagious.