where'd that come from?

Last night I slept like I'd been cold-cocked.

And I dreamed that I slept like I'd been cold-cocked, waking up in the middle of a fencing strip, groggily wondering where I was supposed to be and wondering how I'd managed to score any touches at all while sleep walking.

Dream shifts to my sleeping leaning up against the window of a train or plane, while trying to brush pine needles off my face. Am told that the pine needles were spritzed onto the window and that the windows weren't actually open (Spruce Spray? Christmas-in-a-Can?)

Yummy as phad thai is maybe I don't need to eat it that late?