I fell asleep watching old Barney Miller episodes, chatting by text and playing a computer game all at one time.
So of course Cecil decided to come in my dream brain and give me the ‘what for!!’
He told me I was straining my eye sight and agitating my addled brain.
He said I should get a harness on my activities. Who uses that word?
I did have a crampidy tummy before sleep. (It might’ve been those olives again) other than that, I think I’ve been good.
Does Cecil know my dialysis schedule changed? Maybe he really cares about me.
Oh, Cecil. I didn’t mean to worry you so. I try to be good.
Please let me sleep. Come see me in my dreams, all you want, but don’t chew me out.
That’s why I have Ivy.
So you think you could have done all three things, if only you hadn’t eaten olives? Hmmm. Could you have eaten olives and done two out of three, or are olives mental wall killers?
Actually you have to add Ivy in the mix fussin’ me the whole time. Doing her gripey best to tell me “You must sleep!”
Eh. I never listen to her.
Much.
I had 2 sleep walking episodes as well last night. I swear I thought I was dreaming. I was told that was not so, this morning. Gnashing of teeth and hand wringing has gone on all day. I predict plotting to cage me is next. I’m doomed.
Went into my nap watching OnPatrol and waiting on a message.
So I dreamed: I was driving on a dark road. Cops lit me up. I stopped cause I’m a law abiding angel🥹. I swear.
Well they immediately started saying some nonsense. Get out of the car and keep your hands up. Well, in my evil dream persona I decide to run.
I’m running and running. You know that dream running? So ineffective. I hear that song playing " gonna run all night, gonna run from you"
I’m getting dubious as to whether I can keep running, all night. I keep hearing sirens, officers yelling, radio talk and that damn song. “Gonna run from you”.
And dogs barking. Eeek, the dogs are gonna catch me.
I look back and see Bayliss chasing me. He gets to me and says “Let’s go this way”. I don’t think his mouth moved, it must have been telepathic.
I just follow him.
I look and we’re on the backside of my own pond.
I’m thinking if I can just turn this damn music down I’ll slip in the backdoor get in bed and pretend I’m sleeping. No one the wiser. No police. No arrest. No crimes, I didn’t commit, on my record.
Yeah, that’s what I’ll do…then I woke up.
And there was my text. On Patrol is still on.
Does that show ever end?