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| The Red Eyed Man |
I do love deep sleep. It's
something I rarely get. It seems that I'm always drifting off to sleep, or at
the point of awakening. The drifting off part is when Mark likes to ask me,
"Are you sleeping?" Of course he only asks me that when we're watching
a movie or sometimes when I'm driving. When he does that I snap to attention
and say "No, awake... I'm awake.." as I steer the car back onto the
highway. The period of sleep just before awakening is a strange time. Usually I
have a dream and in that dream, no matter what else the subject, I have to pee
and I spend part of the dream looking for a place to do that. When I was a kid
that would get me into trouble because I invariably found a place to pee. In my
bed. I don't do that anymore. Another strange thing about sleep is the few seconds when you first open your
eyes. Sometimes, if the television is still on, I will open my eyes and wonder
why the television has such a strange picture. I can hear the audio, but the
picture is screwed up. It only takes a few seconds but I then realize my eyes
are not looking at the television screen. I'm looking at the wall, or the
closet door, or at the window. A few months ago I woke up and all I saw was a
little red eyed man looking at me. He had a little red hat that drooped to the
side, beady little eyes, and a strange nose...or was that his mouth? I laid there puzzled
for a few seconds and then I figured it out.
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