The weirdest thing was that, after I woke from the unintentional nap, the next time I opened the refrigerator I was surprised to see that the giant jar of dill pickles wasn't in it. I looked around and saw that it was still int he bag on the floor where I remember leaving it after shopping Monday. But I had a very clear memory of seeing it in the refrigerator, and thinking my nephew must have put it in there, and it took a minute to realize that the memory had been generated in a dream I had during the unintentional nap. That is the single most realistic dream I've ever had. Now I'm worried about the next time I sleep, for fear that I will have an equally realistic dream about something terrifying and wake up with no memory of having dreamed, but thinking that the terrifying dream was real.
However, I did put part of this day to good use, removing most of the dead leaves from the back yard. The back back yard is still covered with them, and they will have to wait. I probably shouldn't have been raking at all the day after an adjustment, but I started and then got hung up. No harm done, as far as I can tell so far. Unless I dislocated something in my neck but it wasn't something I felt, but only something that caused me to have that terribly realistic dream.
I disapprove of reality now. But I'm going to make a bacon and tomato sandwich, and perhaps that will return everything to normal. How, I have no idea, but I can't think of anything else to do. Besides which I'm getting hungry, and that's what I've got for dinner.