Monday, January 29, 2007

Blognosis. Like prognosis, but without the doctor.

Alright kids! It's time for you to decide what's wrong with me. My personal opinion is that I need a new mattress, but maybe I just really want a TempurPedic. I mean, the thing's got space-age technology in it. Whoowee! Fly me to the moon.

Anyway, I'm not sleeping well, which as you know, for me, is not only a personal tragedy but a serious illness. The positions I used to sleep comfortably in are no longer comfortable. I wake up to tangled sheets and little pillow structures something akin to the sticks in "The Blair Witch Project." I wind up sideways in the bed. I wake up in the middle of the night when I don't even have to pee. And I'm having bizarre and unsettling dreams.

#1: Last weekend, I was hanging out with Kim Sko and Parker Posey at a fair of some sort, and Parker kept talking to Kim in what I assumed was Chinese, and the only thing I could ever understand was when she said "Kim Skowronski." She always used her whole name. Never called her just Kim.

#2: Then I think I was an Asian woman, though I don't know what nationality. I just know I was wearing a very skimpy dress and speaking a language I didn't understand.

#3: And last night, I was being mugged by a family after giving a homeless guy a ride. The family consisted of a mother, a father, and a knife-wielding toddler. I think they wanted to take my car, and I was trying to fight them off, but all I had was a wiffle ball bat that the homeless guy had given me. I kept hitting the mom, which didn't seem to faze her at all. The dad stood by idly while the toddler slashed at my car with his knife.

Obviously I wake up feeling somewhat less than refreshed and rested, and it's just not good for business. So I need you, faithful readers, to (a) help me interpret these odd dreams, (b) discern why my sleep is so disrupted of late, and (c) advise me.

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