I seemed to be here, then I was there, then in neither place simultaneously.

Professor Ambrose Penwose on Night Sweats

Good Evening,
(I’m thinking of having that bronzed so I don’t have to keep writing ‘Good Evening’ all the time.)

LIVING THE DREAM…I’m a Dreamer

Last night I had the most disturbing visitations. I was actually happy when I woke to pee. I don’t know where I would have wound up, although I was wound a bit tight?

Everything was kind of a blur. A friend once suggested I go to sleep wearing glasses…but do I really want to see these weird things more clearly?

I was lost in a big city. I knew where I wanted to go but kept going the other way. When I finally did get to where I wanted to go what I wanted to get to was not where it was?

I asked people directions but did not hear my own voice. They replied with stupid things that were not even relevant. Where do these morons come from?

I seemed to be here, then I was there, then in neither place simultaneously. The city stayed the same but changed constantly.

I had a car but was looking for my horse…which did not seem strange to me, until I got on a bus, which was underwater? I was asking homeless people to take me home with them.

The colors were beautiful as always.
I don’t know when I woke up which was frivolous since I don’t know when I went to sleep.

I was SO HAPPY it was a dream. I lay there in a cold sweat just being thankful. Then I realized it was a warm sweat, as I had started peeing on myself. I told myself to get up.
I got up.
The rest is pisstory.

Penwose Out,
P.S. I fabricated the part about peeing on myself, so you need not repeat it. You can delete it if you like.
Bye George