Everybody tells me I look good, but I sure as shootin’ don’t feel it.
And last night I dreamed I was dying. That was not pleasant. Took me a very long time to get back to sleep.
What is it with dreams? Do they foretell the future? Near future, or distant future (everybody dies)? Is there some mischievous imp lurking in your subconscious mind, who tries to freak you out?
I guess I’ll sit outside for a while. Maybe clear my head.
Last night I woke up in a sweat: I had just dreamed I was being carted off to the hospital again. I didn’t know why, no one told me.
Do I really need this stuff to be invading my slumbers?
All over the world, mean and stupid stuff is still going on, Far Left Crazy has just begun to realize that President Trump is serious about erasing them from the blackboard, and I need something that resembles rest. Dreaming about assorted medical procedures doesn’t qualify. I do not like dreams about my catheter.
No nooze today. Sunshine, cigar, Byron’s TV listings, lunch and a movie–that’s my day. Carefully planned!
So let’s just see.
I haven’t even started my chemotherapy medicine, and I’m already getting nightmares.
The other night it was three suns in the sky at once. Look up and there they are. That was rather unsettling.
And last night I dreamed I was reading in bed when suddenly what looked like the black shadow of a very large rat ran across my legs and off the edge of the mattress. I woke up fast! For a moment there I didn’t realize that it was a dream.
Do I now look forward to more nights like this? How do you make it stop?
The other night I had one bad dream after another. I can only remember and describe two of them.
I dreamed I went to visit an old friend–we were toddlers together, his family lived next door to us–only to find his house badly decayed, windows boarded up, and the whole family passed away years ago. In fact my friend did die, some years ago, and his elder brother, also my friend, died before that. But in the dream it came as bad news.
Then I dreamt I came out of the Stop & Shop with my groceries and found my car totalled, just a heap of wreckage in the parking lot. That woke me with a jolt.
Why does the mind torture us like this? You don’t have to be asleep for bad things to happen; they come along often enough in real life. I can’t think of anything in my life that would’ve disturbed my sleep lately. Unless maybe it’s the nooze. Maybe I read too much nooze.
Worrying about the elections, maybe. If Democrats pull off another cheat-tacular win, America has had it. Never mind 2024: we won’t get there.
But as King Ozias said when he was still just a boy, “Trust in God, and take the adventure that falls to me.”
The other night I dreamed I was playing basketball. It’s been over a year since I last played, Because COVID. So the dream was rather intense. I dreamed my team was playing really stupid ball, taking bad shots, not passing, etc., etc. My wife woke me up because I was running in my sleep.
Back to sleep. Oh, fap! I’m back in that freakin’ dream. Just in time to grab a rebound.
And then someone reaches around from behind me and sticks his hand over my nose and mouth. That was too much. So I bit him.
But what I really did was bite my own finger, and it hurt! But at least it got me out of that dream for good. I mean, I would truly love playing a bit of basketball, but that game was poison.
I wish I could wake up from what Democrats are doing to my country.