Monday, July 21, 2025
Song: Dreams
Artist: Fleetwood Mac
Mode of Consumption: Listening to MP3s on shuffle on the way home from work.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/0ofHAoxe9vBkTCp2UQIavz?si=c2fdc8e5a46e47ca
After eating a big meal comprised of tacos, fajitas, refried
beans, rice, and chips & salsa at the wedding reception Sunday night and
washing it down with a Mexican Mule, a beer, and a shot of tequila, I slept
strangely.
First, I struggled to get to sleep. I think I simply had too
much fuel in the old system to go into hibernation. I probably should have
exercised, or at least, danced more at the reception. I should have followed
that with some water and a few minutes of reading.
Second, when I did sleep, it was in what like short bursts
where I would plunge into REM slip and fevered dreams of mishmashes of images,
feelings, people and thoughts.
Then just as quickly, I’d be out, back awake, staring into
the dark in a stupor of confusion. Sometimes the veil between consciousness and
the dreamworld seemed so thin that I wasn’t even sure that I hadn’t just fallen
into a realistic dream where I was laying in my bed.
That continued seemingly until the last hour before waking,
which is, of course, when I sank into a deep dreamless sleep, only waking because
my internal clock said it was time to get up.
Of course, all I wanted to do was drop my head back on the
pillow and drift back into the dark.
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