Glade of the King

I have too many stories going outside the computer. I really need someone to type for me. I continue to be devoted to scribbling with pen and ink. I force myself to translate my script to digital text, but I continue to find excuses to keep writing new ideas instead.

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Sleeping

I woke up at 3:30 this morning and couldn't go back to sleep. How messed up. I went to bed at 11 you'd think I'd be able to sleep longer than that. I know what it was too, the two martinis I had last night wore off at exactly 3:30 this morning, and without the effect of alcohol my body was unable to sleep. I'm not really an insomniac because I do sleep every night usually for 4 to 6 hours. If I take a benadryl I can sleep almost 8 hours before my back hurts enough to wake me up.
I dreamed I was standing in front of a policeman on a horse, I was kind of petting the horse- he kept nipping at my hand, but really gently. Then the cop turn away and the horse leaned over and bit me right over my ribs slightly behind my arm. it wouldn't let go and everytime I tried to get the cop's attention I got tears in my eyes and couldn't speak from the pain..

posted by Goodkingalan @ 7:40 AM  

2 Comments:

  • At 10:36 AM , Blogger ssas said...

    I hate those wake-your-ass-up dreams. Sounds like we've got sleep habits in common. No one believes me that I do pretty good on about 6 hours.

    Did you lay there and came up with good ideas to write about, which were subsequently forgotten?

     

  • At 11:12 AM , Blogger Goodkingalan said...

    For a little while, nothing good i'm still too wrapped up in the story I'm on I wrote myself into another corner
    (but I like this corner don't want to give it up)
    just need something clever to move on..

     

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