I dreamed that Sharon, Chris Knoll and myself were in an apartment situation, kinda the same dynamic as when he was here. He was helping with Sharon, who was ill and requiring more care than I could properly give her.
In the dream, there was this video game which was required to be played faithfully, or the little pesky parasites, which were nothing more than little self-replicating red dots, would multiply and escape the confines of the video game and make their way into 3 dimensional reality.
We all had to take shifts to keep up with the waves of new creatures that would pop up. One particularly nasty incarnation was the wave of snail like aliens that began to develop as a result of letting things go for too long in between sessions. You didn't have to play the game constantly, but the longer you waited, the more complex the enemies were that you had to face.
I'm glad I'm awake. It was not much comfort having Sharon and Chris there, as the responsibility for killing all those invaders wasn't being shared equally. There was a constant state of uneasy vigilance that had to be maintained. I wanted to keep sleeping, but it was making me more tired.
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