Here’s a story for ya.
Two nights ago. 3 am. Sleeping. Lindsay wakes me up…
“Ryan… what are you doing??? What are you dreaming about???”
I sort of wake up, but I remain in a really cloudy dreamlike world. I don’t answer her, but I realize why she’s asking me what I’m doing.
I have my bedside lamp in my hand, holding it out at about a 45-degree angle with my arm fully extended. I had grabbed it in my dream and pulled it off the table, knocking everything on the table onto the ground. That’s what woke Lindsay up, but not me.
I realize in my dreaminess that this is weird, but I leave it out there in my hand, fully extended. Not sure why…
“RYAN, what are you doing?????”
My response, not sure why: “Stop asking me that… you’re tripping me out.”
Lindsay tells me that at that point I dropped the lamp on the ground and fell back asleep pretty quickly.
So my question is this- what the heck is wrong with me?
Was I going to hit Lindsay with the lamp? Was I dreaming about letting my light shine before men? Should I sleep in a straight jacket?
