The dreams that I normally experience are the kind and gentle variety - walking calmly through a wooded area, skiing on a bright sunny day, or other pleasant experiences. I think that, before the past few weeks, the worst dream I've ever had involved being chased by Ethel Merman wielding a hockey stick while singing "There's No Business Like Show Business".
My mother's philosophy about nightmares was that they're caused by eating Italian food. I've never believed that but always think about it while eating a large pizza.
Of late I've had the absolute worst nightmares - the type that you wake up in a cold sweat wanting to scream. The misery and suffering in these nightmares is indescribable. Blood, guts, gore, murder, sleazy lawyers, guns, police chases, addiction, death, insanity, poverty, revenge and suicide. An that's only about half of it.
I can barely stand the thought of closing my eyes at night.
But, enough of that.
In an unrelated matter, the wife and I have finally subscribed to Netflix. We've binge-watched all 62 episodes of Breaking Bad in the past two weeks.
Readers, enjoy your day.
