Sailbourne

I’m still amazed by how much power dreams seem to have. For quite a few days this week, I slept for eight hours and still woke exhasted — after a night of miserable, dreary or frightening dreams. Yet this morning, I felt energized and refreshed after just 6 and a half hours — because, perhaps, my dreams had been positive and exciting. It was a very cinematic dream, too … while writing a log for the Phoenix game, the visual alternated between the real world of writing the log and the imaginary world we were creating as we wrote. The transitions back and forth were as seamless as the best directed movie. It might well be a long day, but dreams like that, and being able to remember them, should help me through.

Current cat count: 15

I think it’s because of the Prozac that I have very vivid dreams, and a lot of them. Sometimes it makes it really hard to feel rested. Last night was like that, and the last of the dreams was the worst of all. I’m almost afraid to sleep tonight. Maybe it will get better as the weather gets cooler. I hope.

I’ve just learned that Leo McKern has died. It might be ironic that the role he’s most famous for — Rumpole of the Bailey — is the one I knew the least about. I only saw that show a few times. But I loved his work on The Prisoner, and the movie Ladyhawke. I think after the writers’ group meeting tonight I’m going to put our DVD of “The Chimes of Big Ben” on for a spin in tribute.

Yes, I caved in and finally decided to start my own weblog. The look and feel of the page will no doubt change frequently over the next few weeks. To those of you who have yet to meet me, welcome. Current cat count: 17