overthebow
Laugh-a while-a you can-a
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I used to have these coffee dreams, wonderful dreams where I spun stories in the waking morning hours. My dreams are fantastic blends of fantasy, celebrity and the most amazing color. I call them coffee dreams because they would happen after I had coffee the night before. Just enough coffee to lift me up, not enough to really disturb my sleep.
I have been laying off the coffee at night for the last couple of years because I am recovering from a divorce. This is like a three year hangover. I often wake in the middle of the night, and then think about how my ex fucked me over and get mad. This usually happens when I have gotten five hours of sleep, just enough to be able to stay awake. I try to think of other, more pleasant things and come down off the anger jag, and then it takes me a while to get back to sleep.
I obviously don't need anything to disturb my sleep. Last night, I went to a film networking meeting at 7 pm and got my usual evening drink, a venti drip that was half decaf and half regular. I've tried the all-decaf version before and it is more pleasure than pain to drink. I saw some sci-fi clips at the meeting and came home.
This morning I had the most wonderful sci-fi dream. I'm not a sci-fi writer, but this was so much fun. It had a nice narrative thread, great visuals, Susan Sarandon, it was all working.
When I used to have coffee dreams, I would lay in bed after waking and think about the dream, trying not to let the bits of dream escape, and then pull the narrative together around it. I am flying on a high right now.
I have been laying off the coffee at night for the last couple of years because I am recovering from a divorce. This is like a three year hangover. I often wake in the middle of the night, and then think about how my ex fucked me over and get mad. This usually happens when I have gotten five hours of sleep, just enough to be able to stay awake. I try to think of other, more pleasant things and come down off the anger jag, and then it takes me a while to get back to sleep.
I obviously don't need anything to disturb my sleep. Last night, I went to a film networking meeting at 7 pm and got my usual evening drink, a venti drip that was half decaf and half regular. I've tried the all-decaf version before and it is more pleasure than pain to drink. I saw some sci-fi clips at the meeting and came home.
This morning I had the most wonderful sci-fi dream. I'm not a sci-fi writer, but this was so much fun. It had a nice narrative thread, great visuals, Susan Sarandon, it was all working.
When I used to have coffee dreams, I would lay in bed after waking and think about the dream, trying not to let the bits of dream escape, and then pull the narrative together around it. I am flying on a high right now.