Friday, 4 September 2009
It's all disappearing so quickly now that I am properly awake and up and about. But I have just spent seven and a half of the strangest hours I can recall for a long time. In fact since a year ago when I've just realised I posted on Dreams and Things.
Before it all started: Last evening I went to Pat (Spesh Who Comments) and Dave's across the valley for dinner. A dinner of homemade tomato and smoky (I thought there was an e in smokey but the spillchucker says not) bacon soup, souflé topped fish pie with salmon and prawns and all sorts of other goodies topped with a cheese crust (wonderful), meringue with raspberries and strawberries and cheeses and biscuits followed by coffee. How good was that? Then I had a coffee. Early on in the evening I had two small glasses of wine (I was driving). By 9.30 I was full and sleepy with that fullness. By 1030 I was on my way home after a lovely evening with Real Friends.
I decided that I would not spend any time in the study with Henry, Palin and Samantha but would take Samantha into the living room and wind down by watching an episode of West Wing on DVD (I'm now towards the end of Series 4 where Zoe is kidnapped. I've seen most of it before, of course but when it was on TV). I decided to pour a very small armagnac (I'm not a great lover of spirits - I prefer wine) but it helps with a very full tum. I never actually finished it as it happens.
When I opened my emails there was one from a friend who had just had a rather unpleasant experience and was hurting. That upset me. In fact various things that have happened over the last few days have upset me.
Why have I told you all that? Well it may hold a key. Although I think not.
Now I have never taken a recreational pharmaceutical in my life. Given that I was a teenager in Liverpool in the 60s and went to The Cavern with The Beatles that may surprise you. But it's true.
So just before midnight and, my earlier lethargy having left me, feeling wide awake I went to bed. I decided to play Granados' Escenas Romanticas quietly on the bedside speakers. The iPod was timed for 30 minutes. I am usually asleep within 2 or 3 minutes at most. I sleep very deeply indeed as a rule. But not last night. The first 30 minutes came and went. The last of the music faded into the distant past and still I was awake. And then I was asleep. At 0200 I woke from a dream. Got up for a few minutes to clear my head and went back to bed and sleep. Then I had a bizarre sequence of dreams, apparently in real time, involving a journey with Gaz to see family and which involved me buying a scooter because we couldn't get a taxi, a drunken driver on the pavement, police, stolen scooter and many more things I've forgotten already. It went on and on (just like this posting!). Each time I woke and went back to sleep the dream resumed. Or did it? Did I wake up? And then at 0400 I was wide awake again. This time there was no return to sleep. I decided against getting up but put on Brahms' Fourth Symphony. Eventually I drifted into a sort of sleep but was woken by more dreams just after 0600 and gave up bed for the night.
Life can be such a puzzle. But now I am reassured again. It's a grey, wet morning. The birds have been fed and all's well with the world.