Waking up with glasses on

Last night I had a really weird dream.

The only bit that I can remember of it was that I was lying in bed and something fell off the wall onto my bedside table (that’s a night stand to American viewers) and smashed my glasses.

That obviously worried my unconscious mind enough to do something practical about it.  I know that because when I woke up in the morning I was wearing my glasses.

I’m pretty sure though that wearing my glasses in my sleep did enable me to see my dreams more clearly.  See: always finding the positive side in everything.

Sleep, sleep, sleep …

The last few weeks have been crazily busy.

  • A weekend with members and ex-members of the National Youth Choirs of Great Britain in Birmingham,
  • followed by a weekend with more ex-NYCGB friends in Altrincham (near Manchester) last weekend, and
  • then yesterday we drove down to Edinburgh for an information day about Autosomal Dominant Polycystic Kidney Disease (ADPKD) with the PKD Charity.

Last night Jane kindly drove us home, while I slept in the car.

We got home, collapsed on the sofa and watched the last half-hour of I’d Do Anything on BBC1.

Just before Casualty started I went to the loo, and on the way back downstairs got distracted by the comfortable looking bed in our room.

I went for a wee lie down. Ten … twenty minutes that should do the trick.

Two and a half hours later I came to, stumbled out of bed, put on my pyjamas and climbed back in.

I must have slept for the best part of 12 hours.