{"id":2382,"date":"2009-06-03T13:38:01","date_gmt":"2009-06-03T18:38:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.net\/?p=2382"},"modified":"2009-06-03T13:38:01","modified_gmt":"2009-06-03T18:38:01","slug":"on-a-rough-nights-sleep","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=2382","title":{"rendered":"On A Rough Night&#8217;s Sleep"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Last night I slept for toffee.<\/p>\n<p>Warm does not describe the temperatures in my room when I hit the mattress at midnight.  It wasn&#8217;t excessively hot, but neither was it comfortable.  I turned the window fan up to maximum, turned out the lights, and hoped for sleep, even if it were a restless sleep.<\/p>\n<p>At 2:30 I awoke to the crash of thunder.  A storm of driving rain and the kind of electrical charges that would power a dozen temporally-equipped DeLoreans parked itself above the house, and for half an hour I listened to the pounding of rain against the roof and the clamor of thunder, while the sky was alight with lightning.<\/p>\n<p>I fell back asleep.<\/p>\n<p>At 4:30 the sound of the garbage truck on its weekly run roused me.<\/p>\n<p>I rolled over and fell back asleep.<\/p>\n<p>The alarm clock buzzed, that harsh tone that I&#8217;ve known for seven years. I hit the snooze button, as is my wont, and I rolled over onto my right side and closed my eyes.  Instead of trying to squeeze that last moment of sleep from my night, I mused on the bizarre dream I was in the midst of when the alarm blared.<\/p>\n<p>I had to write a profile of Grant Morrison for work.  We met on what seemed to be a college campus, somewhere near the ocean or a bay as the sky was filled with gulls.  We talked about a clock tower atop a colonial-era building that sat in the midst of tall dormitories.  Morrison then demonstrated his secret power &mdash; teleportation! &mdash; and he revealed his long unexpressed desire to write nautical fiction in the style of Horatio Hornblower or Jack Aubrey.  Indeed, we discussed this in a replica captain&#8217;s quarters.  He never once took off his sunglasses.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d hit the snooze button, but the second blare of the alarm never came.  Had I, in my half-asleep state, accidentally shut off the alarm?  I sat up, looked at the clock.<\/p>\n<p>5:47, it read.<\/p>\n<p>My alarm is set for 6:35.<\/p>\n<p>I had dreamed it all.  The alarm going on.  The pressing of the snooze button.  The interruption of my Grant Morrison dream.<\/p>\n<p>A recursive dream.<\/p>\n<p>I hate recursive dreams.<\/p>\n<p>On a different note, I&#8217;ve been listening to <a href=\"http:\/\/www.wisebloodindustries.com\/bands\/yall-is-fantasy-island\/\">Y&#8217;All Is Fantasy Island<\/a>, a Scottish folk band recently.  The band&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.last.fm\/music\/Y'all+Is+Fantasy+Island\">last.fm page<\/a> has four tracks for free download, but they&#8217;re atypical.  The singer, Adam Stafford, has a voice that reminds me greatly of The Byrds&#8217; Roger McGuinn.  I find their music quite haunting.  I also find it quite easy to write to.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Last night I slept for toffee. Warm does not describe the temperatures in my room when I hit the mattress at midnight. It wasn&#8217;t excessively hot, but neither was it comfortable. I turned the window fan up to maximum, turned out the lights, and hoped for sleep, even if it were a restless sleep. 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