..to sleep....

... last night early this morning, I had some seriously fitful dreams... the kind that only last 8 or 10 seconds, and then you wake with a jolt... only to fall into a half-asleep state and dream afresh... weird, scary, fascinating dreams... quite disturbing, some of them... for instance....

Dream #1
... I was reading from a handwritten journal.... "the blood had dried hard... the tracks where I had lain her body were smeared with it... a clump of hair was all that remained of her sweet face.... those sweet lips... the sweet smile was erased... dental identification, indeed... last night's train had done my dirty work... I am safe for the moment.... you know, I couldn't help but grin at the sight, and light a cigarette"... yeah... then I realized that the pencil was in MY hand... I had just written what I had read..

.. I sat straight up in bed... beads of sweat on my forehead.... 4:45, and all is well... but in a few seconds, I was dreaming again...

Dream #2
... I was flat-out on a bear skin rug in a teepee pumping Julia Louis-Dreyfus... just as we were reaching mutual/simultaneous/earth-shattering orgasm, a cavalryman that looked exactly like Bruce Dern jerked open the flap of the teepee, yelled something about staying away from the white women, and shot me in the face... as my spirit ascended, I looked down to see that I was actually that Indian fellow off of King of the Hill....

... I sat up again.. looked around.... shook my head a few times... took a sip of water, and laid back down... a minute later, I was gone...

Dream #3
.. me, Ed Harris, and Robert Mitchum were on the set of "It's a Wonderful Life"... and we were taking turns beating up Clarence Oddbody... James Stewart was hogtied in the corner watching us.. I think he knew he was next...

.. forced awake a third time, I decided to just get out of bed early... 5am... I made a pot of coffee, and tried to make sense of those crazy dreams... I came up with nothing... I mean, I actually LIKE "It's a Wonderful Life"....