This won’t be much of a post because I’m sick. It started as a head-cold, then became a chest-cold, then went back to head-cold. Now I just feel kind of feverish.
Sometimes when I’m sick, I hallucinate. Maybe that’s the right word. I’m not sure. I’ll dream but still sort of dream when I’m awake, and if I get up to take a shower or something, the dream is on “pause” and starts right back up when I try to go back to sleep. The “dream” (or hallucination) begins the moment I lie back down even before I fall asleep and continues until I “wake up” again.
And it’s anything but restful. All day yesterday, I imagined I was crammed into a tunnel with a bunch of dwarves (Hobbit-style). I think we were mining for something, but at other times I knew it was very important to just lie still (orcs in the neighborhood or something). Then the Duck Dynasty guys got involved and wanted to give us a seminar but the dwarves were having none of it.
Eventually, Vox Day showed up (don’t ask me how I knew because I didn’t see him, I just knew) and was discussing G.K. Chesterton with some of the dwarves (others insisted on mining). At first I tried listening in, but it was gibberish so I decided to try to go to sleep (even though I already was asleep). Al Sharpton got involved somehow, and if I remember correctly I was disappointed in the dwarves and Vox for getting along with him as well as they did.
So I “woke up” this morning after 30+ hours of feeling like I’ve been crammed in a mine shaft discussing theology with dwarves. I went to work for half a day, then came home for more “dreams”. Fortunately, these later dreams weren’t nearly as exhausting: just Al Sharpton rambling on and on and on. I could hear him clearly and knew he was speaking English, but he made no sense at all.
Such is “dream logic”.
So, I’m utterly incapable of writing anything worthwhile about anything at the moment. Nevertheless, I wish you the very best of Christmases. I’ll return after I’ve had a night of sleep in which I’m actually able to rest.