No sleep for the Jackie.
I got a lot done last night (still running – 1/2 way through week 2, still alive). I did not, however get any sleep. Instead, I was jolting in and out of a dream that included the death of my father, and Kevin Bacon.
The Baconator didn’t do anything to my father. In fact, it was a friend from my childhood who I haven’t talked to in years. I have, however, stalked them on Facebook. Then she killed my father. Then I checked out Kevin Bacon’s twitter feed, and he got in a hot tub with me after my father died.
It wasn’t, like, romantic. It was this super awesome hot tub/pool thing that was enormous and had about 20 people there – all folks I only somewhat knew- but the pool wasn’t filled with water. So the Baconator and I were filling it up for them with the sprayer hose on my kitchen sink.
It took a while.
No one at my workplace will understand this or accept is as a valid reason not to come to work. I would argue that I’m a better worker when I’m sick than I am when I’ve spent the evening bereaving my father’s passing and filling a giant hot tub with a kitchen sprayer, assisted only by Kevin Bacon. But unfortunately it’s not socially acceptable for me to skip work because of a taxing dream.
I’ve attempted lucid dreaming before, but haven’t succeeded. It’s happened a few times on accident and those moments are so super awesome that I would prefer to hang out in dream world than be in reality. Because naturally, I can fly there. And breathe underwater. And play Mario levels in real life. But the moment I don’t want to be lucid dreaming for is the one where I gain a sense of my own consciousness right beside the Baconator while he’s holding my kitchen hose.
So I’ve resolved to stalk more people online that I actually want to dream about. Maybe I could focus a lot of it on cartoon characters, because I’m sure that’d be a swell adventure. I could check out Donald Trump’s twitter feed and see if when I dream about him, he gives me a bunch of money so I can pretend to accomplish fiscal goals and buy schools for third world countries and things. Or maybe I should just browse a bunch of food blogs and stare at the food porn so that at night I dream of food. Suddenly kicking in to lucid dreaming when I’m right beside the world’s largest vat of Jell-O sounds pretty splendiferous if you ask me.
Anyway I’m super tired today and the way I see it, Kevin Bacon owes me a coffee. Perhaps instead of accomplishing real work tasks today, I’ll begin composing documents in support of Paid Time Off following particularly strenuous dreams.
I’ll keep you posted on my progress. ♣