errantember

So I had a dream lying on my bed today that I had signed up for some kind of Starship-Troopers style galactic military thing. At the beginning of the dream, I knew it was just some kind of expensive fantasy thing I'd signed up for, but I seemed to forget that later on. We were in some kind of enormous mustering hall, in uniform, listening to a speech, when there was an alert and we all had to suit up and go on station. I remember one amusing conversation with a superior as I got lost on the way to suit up. Actually putting on the armor required getting out some kind of powdered latex condom thing and jumping into this larger, claustrophobic hole where it was hard to breathe. I hadn't had any training, so I wasn't sure if not being able to breath was temporary, so I didn't go all the way in. While I'm running around trying to find someone to ask, everybody is gone. I finally find a person, just in time to watch them get their brains sucked out by someone *else* that looked human. Their armor, which I wasn't even wearing, didn't help. I face down a few of these aliens by somehow intercepting their tongues on the way to my head. At some point I realize that the ease with which the aliens have infiltrated the base couldn't be circumstantial. And then I realize the entire "war" is just a an organized sacrifice of human youth to the aliens made to look like a war to sell it to the public.

Maybe the condom was berry flavored?

This is the second day that I've been really totally zonked, even after getting to bed at reasonable time and getting a decent amount of sleep. Both days I've taken multiple naps during the day without it really seeming to help me feel more awake. I've a little more lax about my diet recently, but have still *mostly* been sticking to it. However, the one major change is that I've been eating a *lot* more bread. Yeast was one of the Big Red Flags on my food testing. So now, I'm going to re-freeze the bread I just bought, swear off it for a while again, and see if things improve.