Had a Fringe marathon this week to get all caught up, and finished reading a book about a man whose wife disappeared on vacation in Russia and he and the teenager who helped him find her had to escape with the wife from Russia illegally. Why I mention this? Because all this resulted in another interesting dream - there was a creepy old man who looked suspiciously like Leonard Nimoy, there was a creepy kid being, well, very creepy, and suddenly somehow like dreams do, they were Russian mob but not really and we were escaping by skiing in the middle of nowhere/backwater Russia to Finland and the route was looking very much like the one we'd ski when I was a kid near here (which is hundreds of kilometers from backwater Russia...)
Wish I could remember these dreams better; they'd make awesome suspense stories. Wonder how long it'll take until my system is so used to Thyroxin that the dreams go back to normal.
Wish I could remember these dreams better; they'd make awesome suspense stories. Wonder how long it'll take until my system is so used to Thyroxin that the dreams go back to normal.
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