Last night’s REM sleep was pure misery. I had dreams of tossing and turning and just staring at the clock. Yet I’m pretty confident that I was conked out the whole time. When the alarm clock went off I actually spoke aloud:
“you’ve got to be kidding me.”
Here “you” presumably refers to either my subconscious or my clock radio. And since clocks are pretty reliable, I blame my subconscious. Way to go Subconscious. Way to ruin 6 hours of potential bliss.
Thankfully, my mood immediately changed because Journey was playing on the radio.
Hope you weren’t too tired today. I hate when a good nights sleep is ruined by dreams. Once I had dreams that I was being chased and then killed and for days I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had killed me.
Dude – I feel your pain on this one.
My dreams are pretty gnarly and can really rock my whole day sometimes.
Hope you feel better, or you know, something surly and unprovoked (who am I and what have I done with Sander?).