Big, crazy, jam-packed week ahead. I don’t have as
many of them as I did twenty years ago, largely because I work a lot smarter
now than I did then. But this week will be like the bad old days.
I’m not sleeping well lately. Those of you who know
me well will recognize this complaint as it has been a lifelong problem. In the
past it has been an inability to fall asleep. But now it’s just that I wake up
several times during the night, and spend the rest of the time dreaming, not
the good kind of dreams, but rather the exasperating ones. These are not
nightmares. No one gets shot, there are no monsters. These are the kind of
dreams where you’re trying to do the most mundane of tasks but can’t quite get
it done. A few nights ago I dreamed that I had a tee-time with three other
unrecognizable guys at Pebble Beach. They were standing on the 1st
tee and there I was in the parking lot trying my best to get my act together.
First, I couldn’t get my clubs out of the trunk, then, I couldn’t find my
shoes. Once I finally found them, I naturally broke a shoelace putting them on.
All the while, my friends were yelling for me to hurry or we were going to lose
our spot. This went on seemingly all night. When you wake up at 5:15 with this sort
of frustration, you’re not going back to sleep!
So, last night I dreamed that one of my best clients
was sitting in the reception area of the office waiting to meet me for his
annual review. Meanwhile, I was making the interminably endless two and a half
mile journey from my house to my office, facing one supernatural obstacle after
another, while constantly glancing at the clock, knowing that with each new
five car pileup, each new flooded road and each new Biblical plague, I was
falling further and further behind schedule. When I finally pull into the
parking lot, the dead locusts that had encrusted my car had jammed the door
shut. I woke up feeling like I had run a marathon in army boots.
I’m sure that a
Psychiatrist would have a field day with all of this. I don’t have a lot of
confidence in dream analysis, I rather believe that dreams have chemical
origins, not sub-conscious ones. All I want is a dream-free night.
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