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Night before last, I woke up a few hours too early and couldn't get back to sleep.
Last night, I woke up several hours too early and felt pretty sick for the rest of the day. I went to the doctor and explained to him that I hadn't slept well for two nights, and that was probably why I wasn't feeling well. Then I checked my blood sugar. 415. Holy frak. That is approaching the level where it gets so high that your system overloads and you pass out. I've been that high maybe twice in my life. How the heck did...
I woke up. Lay there, half asleep, for a little while. Had a thought. Looked at the clock. It was a few minutes past 4:15.
Went back to sleep. Woke up. Wandered around. Found my family gathered around an unfamiliar dining room table. Told my brother-in-law about this dream I'd had last night - dreaming that I'd had a bad night's sleep. We started to talk about how weird that was. Kind of funny, really.
And that's when I realized that I was dreaming about talking about dreaming about having not slept. Meta.
Not sure if I woke up or not after that, but then I found myself having a completely different dream. I watched/was Superman saving his old friend Pete (the blond white one from the comics - I have nothing to do with the TV show). Brought him back to a battleship of some sort. Took him to the infirmary to find that the lower half of his left leg was withering and blackened, and he was facing some other, less tangible, life-threatening symptoms. The part of me that knew I was dreaming was trying to make sense of it all. Knew, when Pete started talking about how they had to do emergency surgery, take something out of his stomach, that he'd somehow, at some point, swallowed a chunk of kryptonite. He was trying to find a way to tell Clark (who had changed into what looked like a navy uniform) that he had to get out of the room. I started wondering how this had happened, but at the same time I knew that Pete had swallowed the kryptonite as a child - maybe to protect Clark? A blurry flashback started to form - and that it was the rock which was making him sick. Not just from the radiation, which can have long-term effects on humans, but because of something not even Pete himself knew -- Pete was Kryptonian, too. He'd have developed his powers long since if not for that kryptonite in his stomach. But why hadn't he swallowed it? Why hadn't it digested? Why hadn't anyone known about it? Why hadn't it shown up on x-ray? Why hadn't it hurt Clark to be around Pete? Was it wrapped in lead? How had he swallowed a chunk that big? These questions and more filled the back of my head even as I, the omniscient narrator of my own dream, watched Pete, in the back of the battleship (possibly on a lounge chair?) telling Clark that yes, he'd known his secret all along.
And I woke up again.
In completely unrelated news, from NASA:
The Mighty Monarch!! -- Or maybe Butterflies In Space!!
Spiderwebs In Space!!
Breakfast Burritos In Space!!
Last night, I woke up several hours too early and felt pretty sick for the rest of the day. I went to the doctor and explained to him that I hadn't slept well for two nights, and that was probably why I wasn't feeling well. Then I checked my blood sugar. 415. Holy frak. That is approaching the level where it gets so high that your system overloads and you pass out. I've been that high maybe twice in my life. How the heck did...
I woke up. Lay there, half asleep, for a little while. Had a thought. Looked at the clock. It was a few minutes past 4:15.
Went back to sleep. Woke up. Wandered around. Found my family gathered around an unfamiliar dining room table. Told my brother-in-law about this dream I'd had last night - dreaming that I'd had a bad night's sleep. We started to talk about how weird that was. Kind of funny, really.
And that's when I realized that I was dreaming about talking about dreaming about having not slept. Meta.
Not sure if I woke up or not after that, but then I found myself having a completely different dream. I watched/was Superman saving his old friend Pete (the blond white one from the comics - I have nothing to do with the TV show). Brought him back to a battleship of some sort. Took him to the infirmary to find that the lower half of his left leg was withering and blackened, and he was facing some other, less tangible, life-threatening symptoms. The part of me that knew I was dreaming was trying to make sense of it all. Knew, when Pete started talking about how they had to do emergency surgery, take something out of his stomach, that he'd somehow, at some point, swallowed a chunk of kryptonite. He was trying to find a way to tell Clark (who had changed into what looked like a navy uniform) that he had to get out of the room. I started wondering how this had happened, but at the same time I knew that Pete had swallowed the kryptonite as a child - maybe to protect Clark? A blurry flashback started to form - and that it was the rock which was making him sick. Not just from the radiation, which can have long-term effects on humans, but because of something not even Pete himself knew -- Pete was Kryptonian, too. He'd have developed his powers long since if not for that kryptonite in his stomach. But why hadn't he swallowed it? Why hadn't it digested? Why hadn't anyone known about it? Why hadn't it shown up on x-ray? Why hadn't it hurt Clark to be around Pete? Was it wrapped in lead? How had he swallowed a chunk that big? These questions and more filled the back of my head even as I, the omniscient narrator of my own dream, watched Pete, in the back of the battleship (possibly on a lounge chair?) telling Clark that yes, he'd known his secret all along.
And I woke up again.
In completely unrelated news, from NASA:
The Mighty Monarch!! -- Or maybe Butterflies In Space!!
Spiderwebs In Space!!
Breakfast Burritos In Space!!
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