Here I am, two weeks out from the Turning 40 Series and I have since turned into a Crazy Dreamer. Every single night I have the wildest dreams filled with a cast of characters from my work life (the guy who sits three metres away) mixed with celebrities (even ones I don’t like, eg. Tom Cruise). What the… ?
Typically I will sleep a whole night without waking up and I might have the very occasional dream. But for the past fortnight I have had multiple dreams every night, and the dreams are jam-packed with activity. Each is an entire James Bond movie in real-time, and I wake up from the rigor of jumping buses and riding speedboats holding on for dear life, then return to sleep, only to find out I’m in an Indiana Jones film with an entirely new crew of people I know from Toronto jumbled together with people I only know because they’re Hollywood stars.
I have no theories for this bizarre nightly ritual. I wonder when it will end, because I could really use some peaceful sleep where I’m in a laundry detergent commercial, lying in a Swiss meadow, not dirty and sweaty from trying to save the world. In case you’re wondering, my food and beverage intake is the same, I don’t take any medication or even vitamins — everything is the same as before. And no, I’m not pregnant.
Since I have no photos that could illustrate these dreams by any stretch of the imagination (movie posters don’t count), I leave you with photos of the Champion Sleeper himself, Mister Hugh (RIP) below. This cat could sleep anywhere, anytime. What a talent.
And lastly, because this photo STILL makes me laugh, eight years later (can it be???) — click on the pic to read the Flickr comments…