I had one of those weird fevered dream states last night that felt all too real, and all broken up, and things happening that had no way of going together etc... Something about teapots walking together choosing the determination of their shadows and calling a 'code 3' on a banana at my register at work to check to see if it had a faucet buried inside it (I think Rowlf and Fozzie were there from the Muppet show Esme was watching too)... so surreal. There was a long dream where everything I was trying to install in this house kept changing size, position and orientation on me minute after minute.. .until I was utterly confused and frustrated in the dream and realized it was me - not the house - that I had to wake myself up because I was dreaming.
I think I drank a gallon of water every few hours last night in the middle of all that - just chugged it down and went back to sleep, woke up (for obvious reasons) an hour after that, then drank more water and went back to sleep immediately again. Esme kept waking up too, and saying 'Mumum it's morning!' and I would have to tell her it wasn't morning and to go back to sleep. I just hope she doesn't get the same kind of thing because I feel like I lost brain cells in the fever ... and I don't want her to go through the same thing.