Yesterday I had a fever of 39,2°C. For some reason I decided to start re-reading The Nag Hammadi Gnostic Scriptures, with archons, gods, demons and magic all over the place. Today I have no fever and now I wonder what came from the book and what was my fever-induced dreams when nodding off the whole time. A very trippy experience. The only good thing with fever are the strange dreams your mushy head produces. Oh, and that it fights the illness of course.