No more caffeine right before bedtime.
Tossed and turned all night. Had weird dreams. The two I recall were particularly odd.
In the first one, I was walking in Broad Ripple with Tamara.* We stopped in a new restaurant, don’t remember the name (if it even had one). They had sugar cream pie (the Hoosier national pie), and we both had a huge slice. Since I don’t actually like sugar cream pie, I have absolutely no clue why that was important. I woke up after that and then dozed off again.
In the second dream, I was sitting at a table with Shaquille O’Neal, Charles Barkley, and some other former NBA players.** We were talking about basketball and then I said something about Shaq’s Masonic ring. We started talking about Masonry and everyone else at the table was like, dude, WTF are you talking about? Then I woke up again and dozed off again.
I think I prefer not remembering my dreams. Easier that way.
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* No idea why. And no idea why Bobbi wasn’t with us. Or my wife, or any of the blogmeet crew. Or why craft beer wasn’t involved somehow.
** No idea why. Shaq is in fact a Freemason, FWIW. But where that came from, not a friggin’ clue.