I have a lot of dreams… and I’m not talking about the climbing Mt. Everest type of dreams. I’m talking about my head hitting the pillow, eyes eventually closing and mind drifting away in my head type of dreams. For the longest time, I never remembered them. Frank, I’m not sure what goes on in that head when his eyes close. It’s hard for him to get to sleep… and when he does, he sleeps for MAYBE 5 hours… and that’s on a good night. I don’t know how he does it… eventually he’s going to crash hard. HARD. So, when his body finally does calm his brain down, they probably all just have a coffee break and say why bother with the dreaming… we’re tired too.
That’s probably not true, the brain dreams… it just chooses the ones for you to remember… the ones to make you sad or the ones to terrorize the sweat and saliva right out of you. Maybe one of these nights I’ll have a dream about it.
Anyway.
