Willem is here again.
He's is old vampyric self this time...or maybe that demon who has taken up residence in my REM cycle has figured out that the guy, as brilliant as he is an actor, does freak me out a little.
I am in a house...a bunch of us are. It is a resort of some kind. We have been invited to stay and work on our plays or our music or write, whatever our whim is. I am thrilled and start to explore the place.
And then the swimming starts. Everyone else is sitting around the table talking. But I am swimming...up and down, up and down. I am finding that no matter where I go I hit the bottom of the ocean and I cannot come up for air. I panic. And then, in my dream, I wake up. I am lying on a table. There are flourescent lights above me. The table is cold...glass and plastic. Willem, as the vampyre, is looking down at me...or someone who has figured out Willem freaks me a little. He has been keeping me on this slab for years, gnawing away at my soul. He is surprised to see me wake up, so he bends down.
This is when I wake up...
I am beginning to hate this fucking sleep pattern (pardon the french).
So, according to the clock on the computer it is 1:24. I am going to to read a little Ben Hur. Maybe I'll get a glass of milk. I am a little afraid to go back to bed right yet.
Ya have to hate that. Has anyone seen Buffy around?