I had a good night's sleep, for a change. I've slept in some odd places in my life, so sometimes it irks me when I can't sleep in my own bed.
I've slept in a lawn chair, a bathtub, on hay bales, on the grass underneath my pickup truck (it was a blistering hot day, with no shade, at an open-air flea market I was working), on a sofa with literally no springs, ditto in an arm chair, on a bed with a big basketball sized hole in the middle of it (don't ask), on a bus, on a plane, in a car, hospital bed, on the floor of a small, crowded airport in North Africa, on a very, very tiny bed in a ship's cabin, sleeping bag in a tent on the ground, on a blanket on a living room floor, in a horse stall, and under a moving tarp in the open back of a pick up truck in late October, going down the Thruway (NY state motorway) at 3am.
So, it really perturbs me, when I can't sleep in my own blinking bed! I love it when I get a good night's sleep--had some really funky dreams, tho.
First I dreamed that I was hanging blue satany curtains over some closet doorway, and Doctor Who (David Tennant's Dr., I think) was standing there, telling me they were crooked--then, I jumped back in time, to when I picked them out-- on sale at the bargain table at Woolworth's--which went out of business here, in the early 1990's! Then, while I was in the shop, picking out the curtains, I was suddenly being entertained by three alternating look-alike singers--one guy was pretending to be some country singer (I forget who), one was an Elvis impersonator, and one was a John Denver impersonator--they all had guitars, and were competing for some prize, and I was the judge, and suddenly we were on television...THAT was one weird dream!
