I recently started taking a few medications for a temporary malady and I feel good about blaming them for this.

I come to a small patch of ground and see rows of white markers sticking out of the ground, labelling what is planted there. They all say "C", which I somehow am aware means "chicken". Why oh why does this strike fear into the heart of me? I may never know, but I do know that I woke up, sat up in bed short of breath, in a half-awake, half-dreaming state, looking around my bed for the planted chickens. "Where are they?" I hear myself softly say. "The chickens... where are the chickens?" The cat is on my bed - he is usually not - and I realize that I am partially inquiring about the chickens to him. He does not answer, or even wake. I sit there for a few moments, aware that I had been dreaming but not understanding why I still shouldn't be concerned about the planted chickens and their whereabouts. I become confused as I realize that though I somehow need to know where the chickens are, I also can't make sense of why I need to know this. What am I doing? I lay down and go back to sleep. The chickens.