An un-seen episode of “The Prisoner”
I am psychically unwell this morning… no, I don’t mean I’m receiving bad telepathy, I mean I am in a state of mental unbalance. Like my consciousness spent too much time on a ride at the Salem Fair.
Rough dreams last night… the first one directly influenced by the TV Rain was watching last night. I dreamed I was Sarah Jessica Parker’s character on Sex and the City, pregnant, and being chased by government agents who wanted the Pelican Brief. (oookaaayyy…)
After the agents were stopped, they handed me my baby, and I broke down and cried. Just bawled. The only reason that’s pertinent is that, when I woke up, I felt emotionally like I really had cried, for a good long time… just wrung out and clouded.
But the dreams didn’t end there… I dreamed that I woke up – everything in the dream became hyper-clear. I got up, and went to the window in another room that overlooks the residential road. It seemed to be around 3 or 4 am. An 18-wheeler with way too many running lights drove by at a casual pace… there was a burst of golden sparks, like fireworks. When they cleared, the street was empty… until a light blue, t-shaped, levitating object bigger than a car cruised by just as casually. I left the window, convinced that I’d seen something I wasn’t supposed to have seen, and I was going to regret it shortly… it wouldn’t be a friendly Will Smith coming to neuralize me, oh no.
So when I finally woke up for real, I felt wrung out, clouded, paranoid and worried.
Good way to start the day, huh?
