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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….”
“Yeah?”
“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.”
“Me too.”
