Picture Me Walkin'

So, unfortunately, I don't remember my dreams as well as Pat. Here what I have to work with: I had a timemachine, but it was broken and could only go to the industrial revolution. It was also a Transmogrifier ala Calvin and Hobbes. I got turned into some historically significant martyr from the time period but I don't remember who. In the dream I knew who I was, and realized that I was this guy right before his big moment in the spotlight. That's about it.

So I just started the typhoid vaccine. Apparently when your doctor says it doesn't matter whether you get the shot or the pills, what he really means is 5% of people who go for the pills get sick. I was at my buddy's house last night having a few beers and watching the blazers game, no big deal right? Fast forward a couple hours and I'm violently, hallucinating-fever ill with f-ing typhoid fever. Everyone thinks its just so hilarious that I can't handle like four beers without getting sick, and I've lost my damn mind. It wasn't the alcohol. I have typhoid.