Monty Python's Everlasting Effects
10:30 pm: I watch Seinfeld.
11:00 pm: I read "High Fidelity."
11:25 pm: Knowing I have to work @ 8 am, I settle in for a delightful night of sleep.
11:26 pm - 12:15 am: Almost an hour of delightful, undisturbed sleep.
12:16 am: The phone rings. It is a co-worker. She asks me to switch my 8-Noon shift for her Noon-4 shift. Fine. I try to go back to sleep.
12:20 am - 1:30 am: The hour that follows is filled with vivid/lucid/unsettling/and reoccuring dreams. One right after the other, they come and they plague my beautiful rest. All of them disturbing. All of them grotesque and laced with meaning due to their stinch of umpurity. Why won't they go away? I turn over and try to go back to sleep because I am dead tired, only to wake up again even more terrified. The last one, involves one my best friends punching me in the face and busting my lip, and later she provokes a snake-like creature to hunt me and I cannot force myself to run away. That's it.
1:30 am: I force myself out of my fatigue and watch Monty Python on PBS. It's so weird and I always feel like it's trying to make a fool of me. Why does everything want to destroy me tonight?
1:50 am: I get out of bed to use the restroom. While walking back to my room, I hear a call, "Hey, Lesle!" I turn. It is an acquaintance walking out of another girl's room with a boy I have had a crush on for quite some time but is impossible to flirt with. What was he doing there? He waves politely and follows said acquaintance to the stairs. Damn.
What is to learn here? This offensive experience has to serve more of a purpose than to provide me with material for a trivial creative writing pursuit. Tonight, nothing seems logical or justified. I just want to go back to sleep.
11:00 pm: I read "High Fidelity."
11:25 pm: Knowing I have to work @ 8 am, I settle in for a delightful night of sleep.
11:26 pm - 12:15 am: Almost an hour of delightful, undisturbed sleep.
12:16 am: The phone rings. It is a co-worker. She asks me to switch my 8-Noon shift for her Noon-4 shift. Fine. I try to go back to sleep.
12:20 am - 1:30 am: The hour that follows is filled with vivid/lucid/unsettling/and reoccuring dreams. One right after the other, they come and they plague my beautiful rest. All of them disturbing. All of them grotesque and laced with meaning due to their stinch of umpurity. Why won't they go away? I turn over and try to go back to sleep because I am dead tired, only to wake up again even more terrified. The last one, involves one my best friends punching me in the face and busting my lip, and later she provokes a snake-like creature to hunt me and I cannot force myself to run away. That's it.
1:30 am: I force myself out of my fatigue and watch Monty Python on PBS. It's so weird and I always feel like it's trying to make a fool of me. Why does everything want to destroy me tonight?
1:50 am: I get out of bed to use the restroom. While walking back to my room, I hear a call, "Hey, Lesle!" I turn. It is an acquaintance walking out of another girl's room with a boy I have had a crush on for quite some time but is impossible to flirt with. What was he doing there? He waves politely and follows said acquaintance to the stairs. Damn.
What is to learn here? This offensive experience has to serve more of a purpose than to provide me with material for a trivial creative writing pursuit. Tonight, nothing seems logical or justified. I just want to go back to sleep.