If I'm really focused on something and then I go to bed right afterwards, I tend to dream that I'm still engaged in that activity. An example? If I'm road-tripping it for many hours, then stop and go to sleep somewhere, I will continue to dream that I'm driving. The only difference is that instead of passing Accords and Camrys, I'm passing the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile and Snoopy parade floats with Andre the Giant riding shotgun. (If real life were like that, I'd never go to sleep.) The dreams are always very vivid and scary, which is why I've put together a little of activities after which I shouldn't go right to sleep.
After last night, I have two more activities to add to my don't-do-before-sleeping list: watching Big Love and organizing my fantasy baseball team. I had this terrible, terrible dream last night that I was trapped in the cult compound from the show with Brad Wilkerson. Only one man could rescue us: Bill Paxton. I'm sure it's been said before, but it's not exactly a promising mental health beacon when you wake yourself up by screaming, "Save me, Bill Paxton!"
(In case anyone is wondering about my opinion of "Big Love", I'll share it. First, to really summarize what's going on, the show should be called "Big Love, featuring Bill Paxton's butt cheeks". That much Paxton hiney is unwarranted. Secondly, I think there may be too much conflict on the show. Every major character, and some minor ones, has an overwhelming problem to face. A few more weeks, and I expect this thing will turn into American Gladiators, polygamy edition.)Posted by Cody at April 10, 2006 5:40 PM