@Curt Kistler wrote:
What were the kids and old people doing when you woke up? And tell all the folks here who’s bed was really wet when you woke up.
Mr. Kistler:
It is safe to assume that I am in your opiniom, in some way dreaming.
This may be true. It may be that I am a victim of the same phenom wherein a man dreamt he was a butterfly and then spent the rest of his life trying to decide if he was a man who dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was a man.
In my own case I have this potent, recurring dream where I am standing atop a pyramidical temple, dressed in the robes of a Sun God, surrounded by naked women who are screaming and throwing little pickles at me. There is a malignant Polish dwarf named Stasha Kwopic standing on a stool next to me and whispering in my ear
“Remember: Thou art but from Holland.”
Isn’t that weird?
And no I don’t have much recollection of the time between 1967 and 1980-something. All I remember is waking up one morning and Regan was President. I was horrified. I made a sound not unlike the whole Mormon Tabernacle Choir poking red-hot needles in their eyes all at once and screaming REAL LOUD.
And as much as you want to believe it Curt, no, I don’t wet the bed. I have many problems but bedwhetting isn’t one of them.