I have my Hennessy tied up at a permanent duty location in the woods which start on the other side of my driveway. I sleep there a couple of times a week. Last night I wasn't in my hammock. The following is the full text of an email I sent my daughter early this AM which thoroughly freaked her out.
I was in thins big container like a big jobsite dumpster and there was this guy with a big sword who had been hacking up everything. He had me up against the side and the sword was coming down and I made this huge athletic spinning leap which spun me out of the container, but then I came down and hit the ground really hard. I came down right on my back and my head and skinned up my foot where I hit myself on the partially open drawer of my dresser. Scared Mom to death but I got away. She got me some acetomenophen but I think I am going to have a headache. It was a long way to the ground and I didn't just bounce back up and bound away like in the movies.
What happened was, I had a nightmare, jumped up, fell out of bed and smacked my head really hard on an oak floor. Then I wrote the email about 10 minutes later and freaked her out. It is now 3 pm, my head still hurts, my back still hurts and my eyeballs don't feel like they have settled back into the right place. I am going to take some more acetomenophen.
Let this be a lesson to you. That wouldn't have happened if I had been zipped up in my $120 Hennessy last night instead of sleeping on my wife's new $800 mattress. Come to think about it, I don't ever recall having a bad dream in my hammock.
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