Middle of the day

It's the middle of the day and I'm thinking of you and how you'd probably say it's a bad idea to keep ostriches for the sole purpose of making giant omelettes out of their eggs because yeah the eggs are much bigger but regular chickens lay eggs more frequently so you get more eggs overall from the chicken, and also if a chicken are not able to unleash a sudden axe kick into your balls. 

Well maybe some of the fancier chicken breeds might be able to, but not nearly as hard as a 200-pound ostrich. 

I guess you're right. 

Last night, I got a text at 2 AM. I rolled over and groggily checked my phone. The text just said "fuck you". I laughed and went back to sleep. 

When I woke up, the text was gone. I don't think it was ever really there. I think I only dreamed it. I have a Do Not Disturb mode that kicks on between 11 PM and 7 AM so only a select few people can actually trigger my notifications, and this person wasn't one of them. 

I've heard that people aren't supposed to be able to read in dreams. Something about how the language processing part of the brain is a different area than the part where dreams happen. 

I don't know much about it. I can read in dreams. Maybe because my eyes are weird. 

I have "Visual Snow Syndrome." I see static when I close my eyes. I also see it when I open my eyes. Except it doesn't interfere with my vision. It's... underneath everything. 

I don't know what any of this means. 

Surely it's nothing to worry about. 

Goodnight! Sweet dreams.