I was awoken from deep sleep like a newborn baby, pink, squashy and grumpy. I had been dreaming a lot, and was rather annoyed to be dragged back into the grey light of the morning. From the dream fragments I still grasped as I awoke, I remembered that I had been constructing some sort of spoof TV listings, with humorous and satirical comments about the various programmes. I think I was laughing in my sleep.
Perhaps I will start keeping a notebook and pen next to my bed so I can catch any ideas before they fade in the light. This is assuming, of course, that my unconscious self is actually interesting or funny. It could well have been nonsense, like those bizarre conversations you can find yourself having with a sleep-talker.
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