Low Point

       Well, I'm not excited anymore. It's hard to feel anything good when you can only sleep for two hours, max, and can only alternate between dreaming that you're being chased by bears, or dreaming that you just traveled five hours to get back to where you were. Today it took me until after 8 AM to fall asleep, and yes, I did wake up just one potty break ago. I dreamt that I hung out at my sister-in-law's house, we got in the car, did the five-hour drive, and got out at my sister-in-law's house. She said she wanted to go home right away, got pissed at my brother for not seeming interested at all, and then began to cough up these impossible, huge things from her lungs. A small towel and an egg carton, if I recall.
      That's where I woke up. Dream number two, I dream that I woke up to tell my family about the first dream, while standing in my sister-in-law's house. Dream number three, I dream that I dreamt that I woke up to tell my family.

      Confusing, right? Dream number four, Andrea accidentally seduces Milton because she used a mannequin's severed hand to point at her body. Don't ask me why, though it's not like anyone's here except those who will report my blog for things it does not contain, but it is the second Walking Dead dream I've had in two days. Not the second one I've had, ever, but I'll take a field of zombies over one more Möbius strip dream.

    I'm starting to miss the nightmares; at least they went somewhere exciting. I'm also starting to wish I'd said no to the best trip of my life. I got to try new foods, see new creatures, and we went to the beach. I've wanted a trip like that for, gee, thirty years, but I couldn't enjoy it. Had a little problem with my foot. Sometimes I get this cramp that feels like someone is shoving a long, jagged piece of wood through it, and when I took my shoes off to wade in the rocky water, oh my god, it hurt so much. Those things were a lot more fun in my childhood.

    I wanted that for so long. Now I just want to take it back. Mean-while, we have children outside calling out, "Ice cream, one dollar!" and I have to sit here and listen to my family complain, "I'm going to hear that in my sleep."

    Big deal. I'd love to have a dream about ice cream and happy children. My poor, poor family. The only reason they're not yelling at me right now for having such a bad attitude is this blog! In retrospect, might want to use it more.