Don’t you hate it when you have a dream, but when you wake you can’t remember what the dream was? That is always happening to me.
Last night though I seem to remember what I dreamt of. Vaguely, at least. I woke up twice absolutely convinced I could hear bells tolling. We have churches about half a mile in each direction of the house, but none that have ever tolled bells, and none that would do so late at night.
Each time I more or less ignored it and fell back to sleep, only to wake a third time with the feeling that someone was in the room with me. I looked around and couldn’t see anyone so again went back to sleep, albeit with a feeling that I was being watched.
Suddenly there was a crash, which woke me again. There are a pile of boxes in my room that are stacked 3-high, and come up to my chest. They have been there since I moved in, way back in January, and last night was the first time they had fallen over. I didn’t bother getting out of bed to sort them out, figuring they could wait until morning, though by that stage I’d had enough and asked out loud to be left alone so I could get to sleep. I then slept through till morning.
It was a weird night. I’m not a huge believer in ghosts etc, but it all felt a little surreal, and I’m not entirely sure how much of what I remember is actual memory and what is “filled-in” blanks. I’d normally put stuff like this down to the fact that I have the tv on in the background when I’m asleep, but last night I fell asleep watching something on the PC, and that goes into standby 30 mins after the program finishes.
Weird nights aside, American has spoken overnight and Obama has been voted in. He would have been my choice, though I don’t understand why everyone is so ecstatic that America has made “the right choice”. History tells me that whoever’s in charge will fuck up in more ways than one sooner or later. I’d wager that within 18 months Obama has taken a decision that will royally piss off the whole world in some way, whether it’s by being typically obtuse as Americans seem to be, or if it’s declaring war somewhere again. Time will tell.