I believe that I am the most brilliant at night…when I am asleep. I dream big, in Technicolor clarity, without fear or hesitation. My dreams are epic and entertaining, often comedic and somehow in some kind of Sybilesque way, surprising. I have actually been surprised by the twist revealed at the end of my dream. I mean I am“Wow, I didn’t see that coming” kind of surprised. I awake, might I dare say, rather impressed with myself and the rippling waves of creativity I surfed during my shuteye.
“Honey,” I say, nudging my husband awake. “You would not believe the dream I had.”
He squints at me and yawns. “Oh yeah? What was it about?”
Suddenly I’m blank. I remember the sensations, one nonsensical scene, maybe two. “There was a guy, and he had this…um…this….”
“Um…wait, it was crazy, so good for a story…” I’m fried. Perhaps all that brilliance has resulted in a short circuit. “Never mind.”
“I’m going back to sleep.”