Dreaming in the evening and changing my sleep pattern

I'm so backwards. I woke up just now at 9ish something. It's dark outside which doesn't help. 9ish pm. But it's morning to me after a short night's (evening's) sleep. With all the work I've had to do lately my sleep schedule looks more like a skinny, uncoordinated, glasses-wearing boy after gym in the locker room of athletic-genius kids. Right. Worse than a semi-dried mud pie with one monster footprint in the center shooting that chunky mess out the sides. I guess.

So my evening dream was really weird. Me and this guy that I know (not sure exactly who it was, the presence was someone I know but the appearance changed) decided to take a ridiculously long walk if it were from and to where I think it is. Way outside of town. But exaggerated. The land was really hilly. Like something you'd see in a child's drawing when they just figure out how to make hills look like they continue forever into the distance. But also with small wooded areas. We were crossing a series of confusing railroad tracks. I say confusing because there were tons of sets of them and some that looked like they went nowhere. We ran into traffic on the road. I don't remember what the traffic looked like and yes it was weird since we were walking but we seemed to take up out own presence on the road. But we had stopped on tracks and I motioned for us to back up. Just in time because we then heard a train whistle. So for some reason when we started backing up we were in an off road vehicle. The "train" came around the corner. And it wasn't a train anymore. It was what looked like a texan on a camel. A lot of them actually. But they were really big. The camels themselves were really tall and their legs rivaled the youngish trees around for width and height. And their mouths were chewing way above our heads. I was terrified of the spit. The guy riding looked like a caricature of a texan from a cartoon. Only really tall and a little stretched with a really tall possibly 50 gallon hat. And when we started going again we were walking once more, but the setting was now an abandoned inner city. And we were there with two other guys with really sophisticated weapons that we got to pick like in a video game. There was some sort of alien presence that we were suppose to take out. Because I would be the best at fighting an alien invasion let alone one single alien. Right. Well I was the last thing between them and the army, which as anyone that's ever watched a movie can tell you that a small group of people are better at killing aliens than the whole military. So I picked a long gun with green lights on it and some red lit one that I knew could shoot automatically. I was suspicious of the leader. And quite like a movie as we were walking down a street, guns went off and dust and debris made seeing anything impossible. The group got taken out one by one leaving only the leader and I. I can't tell quite how this happened, but either he was an alien and started attacking me or we both were and didn't know or care that the other was one too. So the alien thing was a collection of alien-pieces that could form into shapes. He was one. And I started shooting. But he got close and hit me. I got him still. But then the army came rolling down the road and I took off running and when they started shooting I split apart into the pieces and more or less rolled as a collection down the road which I later thought was a little cliché of a collection of alien-pieces to do.

I have a weird mind. One that comes up with odd things or combines others to make bizarre combinations. And with that in the sack I'm guessing you're wanting to know what will happen to you tomorrow, right? Keep your roots in the ground. Horrorscope time.

You'll be sitting a lot lately making your back pain start up again. You'll notice or someone will tell you that you're taking too much medication. You'll also think, what does that mean? Too much? It means that at any given time your stomach is filled with more pills and bad tasting liquids than with actual food. Your liver hates you like your first grade teacher. But hold on because a break in the storm is coming which soon after you'll be able to bury yourself in muted feelings, McDonald's compressed fat (into burger-like shapes), too much work, and stress.

You might wonder just how far will I go? I know few limits.

Freaked out from the idea of outrageously large camels,
LQ