What to Write, O What to Write

Sometimes when I sleep, I have ideas flowing so closely together that they wake me up and for a moment I am disoriented. Lately I have found that my "dreams" have hyperlinks (what's that about?) to other dreams. While this can be handy if one dream is boring or is going down a path that does not please me, sometimes in the middle of something good (the hero is leaning in for a kiss, or my boss is about to hand me a redundancy package), my knee or elbow brushes the edge of the hyperlink and I'm plucked mercilessly from one dream to the next.

"But! But!" I cry silently in my sleep, for I do not speak in my sleep. I fear "they" will hear my calls. They will come for me in the night, wrap me in plastic-backed jute bags and toss me into the boot of an unmarked but dirty white van. There I remain cloistered, until they come to the realization that I have no further information to divulge. I will be left at the back gate of my yard, shaken, cold, reeking with the stench of my own fear. They will not loosen the ropes that bind the bag, nor will they notify my family that I have returned.

Eventually the dog will find me (as he always does) and he will paw at the knots on the ties until they come loose. Each time this has happened it has been the dog (Throckmorton) who has come to my aid. Never once has my PA, my boss or my ungrateful children thought to look for me when I haven't come home or gone to work. They always assume that I am somewhere else.

I find this ridiculous as, when I am not at home, I am at work. And vice versa. For God's sake, I work from home. Where else would I be? I have assistants to buy things, I have assistants to sell things, I have someone who draws my bath, someone who lays out my clothes, someone who brushes my hair and someone else who holds doors for me. The only thing I actually do for myself is dream.

I don't have anything witty or charming to write. I am working on an essay but am so early into it that it does not yet have any substance. I would hate to get critiqued on something that's in its infancy. Nightshift only likes to cry when Nightshift likes to cry.