I should be more grateful about sleep. I’ve known my share of insomniacs and other nod-challenged people, including my wife, and it looks like its own peculiar hell. And I’ve had my own share of issues, all of them self-inflicted, but in the past few years it’s been clean, simple and good. I sleep when I want to sleep, mostly, and get up when I’m done, also mostly.
And none of those dreams. Not for a long time. The ones that used to linger and confuse me and give me plenty of fodder for conversation that bored everyone else. No more. I dream little wisp dreams now. Bad or good, doesn’t matter; they evaporate about the time I get the “G” sound out in “good morning.”
So it was strange yesterday. First, to wake up like they do in the movies, eyes suddenly wide open and staring at reality as if it’s a unique concept. And then to realize I’d just had a little adventure in microseconds, in which I had tickets to a Mariners game, invited a friend, suddenly realized I hadn’t gotten ready and only had 3 minutes, and also suddenly realized I’d forgotten to check out of a hotel room at some point (days ago? Weeks?) and the meter was still running. And I couldn’t take my friend there to help me because the hotel room was filled with empty wine bottles.
Oh. And I looked in the mirror and suddenly I was completely bald.
So, maybe some stress in the household, I’m thinking. I don’t know much about dreams.
We’ve been living with some particular stress for over five months now, so there’s that. And this week we found ourselves, in the midst of another calendar page filled with stuff, with two — count them — dead batteries in two different cars. And we don’t own more than two.
Funny how that threw me, too. Dead car batteries are not only pretty low on my emergency list but also present on the list of Mechanical Things Chuck Can Do. Which is kinda brief.
It added funk to funk, two weeks and counting, plus wet weather that is perfectly normal except not maybe this winter/spring. I got a little paralyzed, and then I woke up from my bizarre dream and my computer wouldn’t start.
Wouldn’t do something, anyway. It would boot but not start the OS, or start part of it but not get me to the log-in screen…or something. It was broke, anyway, and suddenly life got greyscale.
I have no wisdom to offer here. Life sucks sometimes, and little things add up. I had a partially written column on my hard drive and other connections to make, and while a nonfunctional computer in the big picture is a bit player, really, something about a final straw could be inserted right about now.
Except sometimes a proverb is just a proverb. I don’t know any camels with disk problems, jumper cables are handy, starting Windows in Safe Mode is a good option, and rain makes the grass grow.
And “Tropic Thunder” is pretty funny, I watched it last night, my computer is obviously working again, I can walk anywhere I need to go, mostly, I’ve got plenty of hair, mostly, and I meant no offense to completely bald people, or bald camels, or the Seattle Mariners, although there’s a dream for you, right there, be my guest.