mystery odours and the meaning of life
I woke up at 4am or so to an intense smell coming from outside, as strong as skunk but totally different. I realized one of the dogs had been out barking briefly a little earlier, just three or four short “barfs” from the chihuahua actually, but in case I was wrong and it actually had been a skunk I got up to check the dogs and do what I could. They were all sleeping peacefully right next to me, so no problems there.
I went outside and it was powerful but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from and it wasn’t like anything I’d encountered before. It wasn’t forest fire smoke or anything like that either. I couldn’t make myself close the windows since it was still so warm inside but I turned off the fans and covered my head and went back to sleep. I woke up an hour later and it was totally gone, it must have been some crazy plant or tree releasing its foul pollen or something.
As I was going back to sleep I had some odd ideas about maybe it being zombie gas (reading World War Z reviews before I went to bed) and I also briefly wondered if I’d wake up the last man on earth like Charlton Heston in the Omega Man or something. Then I accidentally had the biggest, most powerful insight into the nature of life and death I’ve ever had, so huge and true that I could never possibly forget what it was and it would change how I viewed my minor day to day tribulations forever and put me squarely on the path of truth and happiness.
And it was probably awesome. Whatever it was.