From the vault: I wrote this post 2 years ago, and in reviewing it, I thought it was pretty funny so wanted to share! …
So… I’m trying to #SaveForever… somehow the tweets have been getting into my brain at night.
And BT and I started watching Wayward Pines. It’s quite good, so far. Okay, so the character may be a bit slow to catch on, but, the series is well done.
And before I went to bed, I tried to make poetry out of discarded book pages.
And then I read Tale of Two Cities.
All of it was very rich-feeling stuff.
So, last night, as a cold came on, I fell asleep.
I woke up an hour later, feeling terrible.
“Maybe if I just go to bed, it will just be fine.” So, I tried that.
And I started dreaming about Wayward Pines and the main character, Mr. Burke.
I dreamed that his great struggle was not only how to get out of Wayward Pines, but that the people there were also trying to keep Forever from being saved.
So Mr. Burke is tweeting like crazy. While also trying not to be caught being “Pro-Forever” or trying to escape.
He’s running around trying to figure out all the best ways to get Forever picked up – maybe he could come up with new strategies.
About every hour, I’d come out of my sleep, and blow my nose. It was a hefty blow, and it was loud.
At 4 o’clock in the morning, the process of blowing my nose, actually woke me up (as it should have before – but somehow I did it all those times before, 1/2 asleep!), so then I started feeling really bad for being so noisy.
The other inhabitants in the house had to be up early – and here I was disturbing their sleep every hour with some unGodly-loud trumpet blast… How selfish am I?
So, then I went back to sleep.
Then I dreamed that the other inhabitants came into the kitchen for a snack – or maybe it was brekkies – and I was awake. So I got to apologize to them. They said it was quite disruptive, but they realized I had a cold, but yeah… if I could not do that anymore.
And then we had some giant philosophical discussion about how, since I was actually asleep, what that meant to my culpability, and all that.
Then I think there was some more Wayward Pines/Forever cross overs.
And then (the story of the last 3 mornings) I tried to sleep in a bit, but my body wouldn’t let me.
So, I got up…
And, I thought wow.
That was a weird night.
Do you ever dream about the media you watch or read?