For those who may guess, the term "sodium dreams" comes from the fact that too much intake of sodium does two things to me: raises my blood pressure, and gives me dreams.
And last night was a good one! Totally bizarre, even by dream standards (at least mine, anyway).
I exorcised a demon, from myself into an amultet.
With some advice and encouragement from faceless friends, and the assistance of my SO, I used a broken (!?) rapier (sword) to flow the essence of the demon from me into a special stone that then held the demon, who was thenceforth unable to escape. The force required made me collapse and temporarily lose consciousness (in a dream no less!). The dream ended with me pondering how to care for, or dispose of, the stone so that the demon would never escape. (No, I could not break the stone, that would allow it to escape.)
Hmmm. As someone advised, it means that I can be the architect of my own salvation! I guess that certainly is a positive spin on that one.
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