Of Meteors and Dreams

A meteor is passing too close to the earth today.  It has disturbed my sleep.  I'm certain that must be the cause for of a sudden I wake every hour or so, and the dreams I am having are very vivid.  Every night.  Two nights ago, I had been captured by terrorist.  There was a group of us.  Nothing bad had happened yet.  We were just captives in a place I didn't know.  We were told where we could go.  But the bad stuff was coming.  And I'd wake up and think, "What the hell. . . terrible. . . " but when I'd fall back asleep I'd be stuck in the same dream.

Last night's dreams were much better. Of sorts.  I was lying in a bed near the beach holding a beautiful dirty blonde in my arms.  Her skin was smooth and warm, and when I squeezed her to me and she exhaled, I could feel the popping of her vertebrae as they decompressed.  I woke up and remembered the downy hair on her arms. . . but I couldn't remember her face.  "Who was it?  Who was it?" I kept thinking.

I haven't remembered dreams for years.  I'm not sure I want to.  Now that the meteor has passed, perhaps I'll sleep again.

Unless it is the time change that has caused this.

Up at four this morning, I've had half a pot of coffee and some toast.  It is not yet six.  I think I'll go back to bed.  Maybe I can sleep another hour.