The snooze I lose
Purely as an experiment, I hit the sack last night having taken none of the usual tablets, capsules, potions, and other alleged sleep aids. Results: ten hours (10:30 pm to 8:30 am), although I woke up nine times in the interim, including one trip to the curb (newspaper retrieval) and one trip to the john.
This also threw off my dream timing, so I can’t fill you in on the details of the story, set in pre-Elvis Memphis, in which Roger Ebert and I are two convent girls caught up in the swirl surrounding a brutal street killing.
Jeffro »
16 August 2008 · 12:28 pm
I was in a plane crash early this morning. Your dream sounds far more entertaining.
localmalcontent »
16 August 2008 · 12:32 pm
Believe me when I say that we all are glad that you made that last trip, Charles; and that you got some good rest.
I’ve had that dream you speak of- but I won’t tell you the ending except that Lucy Ricardo plays a huge part.
unimpressed »
16 August 2008 · 8:03 pm
Even in my druggiest days, I have never had dreams like you have.
CGHill »
16 August 2008 · 8:07 pm
Amazing, isn’t it? And yet in terms of, um, controlled substances, I’ve never done even an ounce of the lamest grade of Oaxacan ditch weed.
Tam »
16 August 2008 · 10:21 pm
At least you didn’t dream about Barack Obama hitting on you. I had to brain floss for hours the next morning. I was so bitter that I didn’t tell him “You only love me for my vote”…
CGHill »
16 August 2008 · 10:38 pm
If ever there was an excuse to drink in the morning….