I sleep a lot, and I dream a lot. The more I dream, the more I sleep. I find it amazing entertainment. I seldom have the dreams that bring real life in. I have way out there dreams about things that I've not even seen on the big screen.

This afternoon's nap was set during the industrial revolution, but I was a film noir private detective. And then aliens invaded, and the first wave was fought against holograms.

In the middle of my dream, I woke up to go to the bathroom. I could have stayed up, but this dream was way too interesting. I was able to slip back into my bizarre dreamworld.

If only I was a wordsmith, able to give my dreams life for others. They aren't always this bizarre, but today's was fun. Usually the details slip away even as I am waking up.