Now I Lay Me Down to Tivo

Tea: White Grapefruit

Music: Metallica, "Enter Sandman"

Time: Night

Sometimes, I wish I could record my dreams. It'd be interesting to see them in their entirety, not in the half-remembered snatches that often are the only things left to me within minutes of waking.

I often dream of tornadoes -- I'd say "even though I've never seen one in real life," but it's probably more accurate to say "because I've never seen one in real life." What's funny (in whichever sense you choose) is that my dreamself knows that I've never seen one in real life.

It happened again the other night. The dreamself was in Sublette, Kansas, about a half-hour north of my hometown, watching a small line of tornadoes move from east to west (yes, I know that's the wrong way). They broke up just as they were about to tear into some grain bins.

My dreamself thought, as it always does, "Cool. Now I've seen tornadoes." And then, of course, I woke up and I hadn't.

Someday I will see one in real life. I wonder if the dreams will end after that. Only one way to find out, I suppose.