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This word perplexes me. Feverish, like at a feverish pitch: fast, nervous, excited. Very well, but whenever I've had a fever I haven't felt any of those things. I just feel weak and sleepy.
I had an opportunity to test this hypothesis this morning. I'd woke up after this miserable dream about eating a large plastic bead that I thought was candy - I could chew it, but it tasted horrible, like plastic, so I spit it out. Then there was a bit about me running around nervously, packing for a summer working at camp (I'm not working there, my brother is). I woke up with a bad taste in my mouth, which I convinced myself was due to eating chips before I went to bed and not anything supernatural.
When I went back to sleep I had a series of nervous, rapid dreams: I was helping an older man down some stairs; I was at a clothes store next to my mother, sitting on a bench and reading a Bible I found there (I was embarrassed to find the word "hooker" in it and figured it must me a newer translation); I found most of the words on an email I wrote were being underlined but Gmail wouldn't send me to the links, except to one about Rihanna and I couldn't remember writing anything about her; which led to me sitting next to a younger version of my brother in front of a tiny TV, watching a short film version of what was (he told me) an amusingly awful bit of fanfiction involving Hitler, Rihanna, and a spider monkey - Hitler was shown lovingly packing the spider monkey into a crate to send to Rihanna; and finally, I pacing around my room, having a phone conversation with someone I'd known from the summer camp, but she answered every question I asked her with "yeah" - "You're a counselor, right? Or are you one of the directors?" ..."Yeah" ..."How about I swing by and take you to the cottage for a weekend?" ..."Yeah" - which made me doubt her attentiveness and level of sincerity.
When I woke up, still in a nervous state of mind, I thought that since those dreams could be considered "feverish," I would check to see if I had a fever. But my temperature came up 96.6 (F, not C, naturally) which is my usual - a little cold for a warm-blooded human, but there you go...
"Fever" and "feverish" are not the same, I still have a cold, and I love Saturdays. No, really. Sometimes.
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