I don't know if you've ever read Bruce Sterling's "Distraction", but it is a near-future sci-fi novel in which a lot of strange things take place in a Texas research biodome. Great book. Your post reminded me of it.

Garlic?
So that's what they're calling it these days?

You want to sleep with your mother. Maybe your father too.

I've been having insanely vivid dreams lately, the most vivid in my life. The other night, I dreamt that I killed William Shatner. And when a friend discovered my crime and confronted me, I killed her too to cover it up. Terribly upset and remorseful about what I'd done, I confessed tearfully to my parents, "I'm a serial killer! A serial killer!"

But then, on a whim, I called the phone of the friend that I'd killed, and she answered! So it turns out, I'd simply dreamed that I'd killed her. I was very relieved.

Even though Shatner was, in fact, still dead by my hand.

After a bit of this dream, I woke suddenly, sat bolt upright, and the Flying Spaghetti Monster as my witness said, aloud, "I haven't seen anything that artsy-fartsy since Andy Warhol ate his last bean burrito!"

Bizarre.

I like NyQuil too.