Its 11am Monday and I wake up as if I’ve been sleeping for days. It was just Sunday I slept through, mostly. I had the most glorious dreams, enhanced by frequent wake-ups so that I could realize their story a bit before going back to sleep for the next chapter. I was involved in such a great story with a murder and a gang of colourful characters incuding a dog names Joe that Methew Broderick left behind by accident. The dream started off as a bus ride to go see a Howard Stern POker tourniment. We seemed to have all gotten on the wrong bus, and then somehow it transitioned to an 18 wheeler truck with a friendly driver that rescued me, and two writers from Howard Stern’s show.
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All together in a big 18 wheeler, performing a series of movie-script type antics trying not to get caught with the sack of money that fell into their hands from the killer’s backpack.
The story was so rich and deep in my dreams but I always find I lose the details as I retell it. It make me smile each time I awoke, and helped to keep my mind off the horrors that led up to this most recent mental breakdown.
The last segments of dreams I got to evaluate between sleps was in a small town hospital up North. FRaiser Crane was my attending doctor, but my condition wasn’t in his direct field, being that he was a TV doctor years ago that played a radio phyciatrist, not a real doctor. In the waiting room, I see that my story had been turned into a fantastical and well reviewed movie while I slept. Everyone had seen it, but apparently our part was mostly fiction and nobody knew it was me.
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I sat down this mroning to write this blog about the events that caused my breakdown, rather than the side effect of my almost 30 hour sleep. I seriously don’t remember how manyh days I’d gone awake. It would be at least 4, but possibly more. Not all of my time was dedicated to a customer’s website having been hacked and taken offline. The rest was me laying awake in bed worrying about that. I could not solve it and each day I’d spend trying and failung meant another day of angry messages from the client, or his son nagging in loud feeling text messages, or in actual loud sounding pohone calls or messages.
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