Reading before sleeping

I had a nightmare which I can no longer remember. I was reading last night about a Nazi spy, but it wasn’t about that, although I don’t know why I’m sure of that because I can’t remember it. When I first woke, I thought, NIGHTMARE, and I knew the gist of the dream; I think I noted that it wasn’t related to the book.  Oh, well, I am staying awake for a while . . . just because I feel like it  . . . not that I’m afraid to go back to sleep or anything. Yeah, right.

I once dreamed that I wound up with a group of 30’s gangsters and we were in a car that crashed into the woods when we missed a fork in the road and the Fed’s were all around and we were doomed. Sometimes I think the “Oh, my God, how did I get into this mess” memory of that dream keeps me on the straight and narrow.

Oh, no, that straight and narrow idiom just typed itself; no thought of symbolism with the fork in the road. But, wait, the straight and narrow is what got us into the shoot ’em out situation. I think our driver must have been a secret admirer of poetry and was thinking about The Road Not Taken; he must have been too literal. i mean, “Mugsy, that doesn’t mean leaving the pavement!” I’ll bet I’m over-thinking this.

The visual aid is a little over the top, too, dontcha think?