I've said before that I really ought to give myself a curfew for my night-time computer use, because invariably, if I write a post directly before I go to bed, my mind will continue to write and rewrite that post when I'm trying to be all Zen quiet-like and get some sleep. I'm all warm and relaxed under my comforter, and yet I need to fight the urge to get up, restart my computer, and make a quick edit (or, at the very least, scribble a new line or two on a notepad before I forget).
Last night, as I was drifting off to sleep, I was suddenly convinced I needed to add another joke to that last post--specifically to the imaginary conversation with my imaginary future husband. Instead of just "I was busy! I had work!" I wanted my fake husband to add, "Science doesn't 'tist' itself!" See... because he's a scientist? And he's all, adding the "-tist" to "science"?
Yeah. Not funny. Insert pause for crickets here. But these are the things that make sense when I'm only half awake.
Mental post editing wasn't the only thing keeping me awake last night, though. I very rarely have nightmares, but last night, for some reason, there was a sort of horror movie playing in my head. I wasn't actually in the scenes; no monster was really coming at me with any nefarious intent. But since I'm never a fan of scary things, even watching grisly scenes on my in-brain movie screen was unsettling enough.
The in-head movie featured some sort of Hannibal Lector-like vampire monster... he was decked out like Dracula, but instead of just sticking his teeth in peoples' necks and sucking their blood, he was taking full bites out of his victims--ripping into their skin and pulling away with large chunks of their neck still lodged between his pointy teeth.* Which tells me he was not just a vampire, but some sort of weird, extra-scary zombie vampire. And WHY would I be dreaming about zombies, when zombies are something that rarely, rarely (if ever) cross my mind? Well, I think it's pretty obvious I have Aaron to thank for that. You and your damn Diary of the Dead countdown, Cochrane. Clearly your blog should come with some kind of warning: PG-13 (not for the extremely impressionable or easily frightened). Sheesh.
* For that visual, I do apologize. Even Aaron doesn't traumatize us quite like that.