Freddogg Off The Chain

Let’s contemplate the creepiness of sleepiness. One of life’s cruel jokes is the less you have to do the longer you are given to do it.
I am currently operating on about four hours sleep a day but at least my mind is always racing. I refuse to take any medication that intercedes in this process and, in fact, I’ve turned insomnia into a sort of sport like I when I win the Olympics in every event or run for touchdown or become the first person to swim across the Atlantic Ocean or whatever else I want to do.
Most sleeplessness (what a weird word) is rooted in the anticipation of how it will affect wakefulness but if you don’t give a dam then what does it matter?
Author Dan Jenkins said, ”When I was a younger man I used to fall asleep every night thinking about pussy. Now I think about killing people.” That’s a great old guy quote and I’ll let each old guy contemplate it for four hours or until his medication wears off.
Now if you are creative and always thinking like me you not only have a better chance of being afflicted by exotic and hilarious mental illnesses but your dream state will be incredibly weird especially if you kick it off my consuming and an entire Sam’s Club pepperoni before falling into REM cycled sleep.
I sometimes wake up and shout, ”Holy Shit Am I Strange!”
My son took a Saturday morning five hour Psych Class at the prestigious and academically elitist Wilmington College and when they got to the section on dreams the teacher asked the entire class to bring pillows and to sleep for the first two hours then share dreams with each other. I believe the bitch cable knitted a sweater for her fat dachshund over three Saturdays.
Got a dream theme, recurrent night terrors or appropriate fantasies? I’ll be glad to analyze them for you being as I’m riveted in attention 20 hours a day. I’d welcome a dose of A.D.D.

Peace Dr. Freddogg