Tuesday, June 15, 2010

We were supposed to have a packed schedule tonight, an evening rich with bloggery that would begin with a riveting look at my theories on automobile traffic, then conclude with a brand new word for slow-ass motorists who insist on squatting in the fast lane. I’ve furthered scholarly research on driving, understand, but it’s going to have to wait. Sleep, instead, is what’s on order.

I’ve been averaging about five, five-and-a-half hours, and honestly the days have all been a blur. Time just seems to fly, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was Rip Van Winkling this shit with minimal sleep, the irony of which is delicious. I realize this probably shouldn’t qualify as a plus, though, and rather than celebrating I should be trying to hit the magical seven-and-a-half, eight mark.

But the dreams. The dreams! They’ve been especially vivid. I don’t know if this was the direct result of eating too late, or a movie trailer buried in my subconscious, or what, but two, three evenings ago, it was like Jerry Bruckheimer himself was directing my dreamscape. I was in a city, looking out from a storefront on the ground floor, when out of nowhere an overturned police cruiser landed with a crash in the street, skidding to a halt in a shower of sparks, wheels spinning slowly in the air. I peeked out of the store and looked to my right, only to behold the darkest sky, with inky black tornadoes touching down a few blocks away.

So I ran–through alleyways, behind houses, over fences, and all around me was this oppressive hum. The sky gave way to gray for a brief moment of reprieve, but then it darkened again, with more black tornadoes extending from the heavens. I had to escape, so I dropped into the sewers via storm drain. A few minutes later and a couple corridors deep, I bumped into some familiar faces. Or so I thought, because when I cast a flashlight upon them, their features were twisted, unfamiliar. Disturbing, yet strangely well choreographed, right? I normally refrain from horror flicks, but this? I would go back in a heartbeat.