Some nights are just exhausting. Exhausting and confusing.
Last night I dreamed that I was back in the car with my Pop on our long car trip. In the dream I looked down at myself and thought, “What the hell! I can’t be naked with my dad!” I got out of bed and put on a t-shirt and got back in bed and fell asleep.
Sometime later I woke up overheated and thought, “What the hell! Why am I wearing a shirt?” Took it off and tossed it to the foot of the bed.
Ok, that’s odd enough. I’ve never been a sleepwalker, let alone a sleep dresser. But, here’s what’s even weirder: I did the whole thing AGAIN. Dreamed the same dream, reached down to the foot of the bed and dragged the shirt over my head and fell back asleep. Woke yet again and thought, “Why is this shirt back on?!” Took it off and put it under my pillow.
I’m not feeling especially well rested today.
