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.
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