Monday, January 29, 2018

Disconcerting Dreams

Woke up about 4:30 this morning.  Not unusual, but this time it was due to a dream.  Something must have been bothering me and my subconscious was trying to work on it a bit, giving me a picture show to boot.  Today I am a bit bothered, though, since the only thing I remember was some short, fat guy indicating he planned to kill some more people, and then turning his back on me to go do it, and me standing there with a pistol in my hand.  Did I kill him?  Don’t know—I woke up.  Now, I don’t have anything against short people—compared to some people I see from time to time, I am a short guy myself.  And the same may be said about fat people:  All I need to do is ask any doc and I will be told I am probably about 30 pounds overweight, myself.  Maybe my subconscious was telling me what I tell myself about these attributes.  Again, I just don’t know.

One thing I do know is this.  The next time this happens, I will not do a roll-over.  Instead, I will drag my complaining carcass out of my bed, take a few valerian capsules, open up my trusty hp, and try to make some sense out of my remembrance before the valerian begins to kick in. 

Problems in the night.  Sometime the dreams make some sort of sense.  This one was making sense, I guess, until I awoke, remembering just the very last of the clip.

I’ve never shot anyone.  Guess I didn’t want to start last night—dream or no dream.

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