Nightmares

I am not in a great hurry to go to sleep tonight since last night Der Bingle had to shake me awake . . . because I was yelling, “Help me! Help me!” Then when I fell back to sleep – and he had taken the precaution of leaving the light on, I dreamed I was walking all around some huge downtown area with skyscrapers, trains, harbors, library ruins, small shops, street vendors, trolleys, festivals and villains. And at some point, I lost my shoes. I think at times it was winter and slushy.

So, I am not too keen on getting a big ole Morpheus hug this evening. This could be the night for a marathon of old movies – even a movie marathon on WGN, home of the 10 minute commercial break every five minutes. I have to admit, though, I miss those Central Time Zone Late Shows in Chicago . . . back in the days of Walter Jacobson and Bill Kurtis. (That will date me) Oh, wait, they’re still doing the news together, only Walter’s hair is not black anymore.

I’ve probably jinxed myself now . . . I’ll dream of a marathon of Walter J’s commentaries.