Last night I tried to take a nap at 5:30 pm, as I have for a couple hours after work every day this week. Traveling around a lot, it’s tough to get on the right schedule for your body and make sure to get enough rest, so I think naps are pretty important these days.
I woke up some indeterminate time later but I noticed the sun had gone down. Hmm. The TV was still on, TLC I think, and was showing some absurd children’s show featuring a hip-hop version of Barney[This features a bright orange animal of unknown species aggressively rhyming about science facts. After writing this sentence, I admit I might have still been dreaming.]. I rolled over to look at the clock and “1:15″ was glowing silently at me. There wasn’t much to be done at that hour so I rolled back over and went to sleep. Note, I did not turn off the TV.
Now, I’d like to share a bit of my dreams. I had never dreamt that I had a child before (that I remember), but I did last night. But it was sort of unclear, the way it can only be in dreams, whether the child was directly mine or I was subbing in for my own parents. In any case, I dropped off the infant to day care in the morning before I went to school. Again, I can’t tell you what kind of school it was or what I was doing in any sort of school at my age, but it definitely school. Interestingly, by the end of the day when I went to pick up the kid, it had not only aged about 11 years but also switched sexes. I dropped off a 3-month old boy and there was a 11-year old girl waiting for me at the end of the day. And seriously? She was a bitch.
She was ungrateful, uncommunicative, and a slutty dresser. This situation translated to disappointment in my parents and a temptation to indulge in corporal punishment. I resisted, though.
Now, after an abrupt scene-change, I found myself in a futuristic land with lasers and robots. I can’t get into specifics but I was on some sort of mission and I had a gun that I could not figure out how to use and an objective that was always ambiguous. And the robots were all bad. Not that that’s news.
After failing to accomplish my mission objectives and another scene-change, I was in the 50’s working in a car assembly plant. I was vaguely in charge of somebody or some group and obssessed with giving that person/group a performance review. A positive one. I wanted to rave about him/her/them but I could not find them and this distressed me to no end. I wandered around and managed to ask about him/her/them without even fully knowing whether he/she/they were a he, she or a they.
I think the moral of the story is to not sleep with TLC on.