-OT- Bad Dream Last Night

Last night i didn't sleep very well. The first bad thing that happened was a cop called me at 2:00 am. I wasn't in trouble or anything like that. The cop was actually returning my call. But still, he didn't have to wait until 2:00 am to call me. He came on duty at 6:00 pm. The first thing he said was that he had just gotten my message. I suppose you could say he was being courteous by being prompt. But still, I'm sure he knew it wasn't an emergency. He didn't have to call me at 2:00 am. I had called him about a guy from California who he had given a speeding ticket to. Anyway, at the moment the phone rang I was having a bad dream or something, and when it rang I half-awakened and fell under the strange impression that the phone call had something to do with the events in my dream. It was kind of disturbing. I let the phone ring and ring, still in my dream and wondering whether I should answer. Finally I picked up, and you can imagine my alarm when a cop introduced himself on the other end.

The half-awake dreaming state that one sometimes finds oneself in is very interesting. But that is a subject for another diary.

I finished with the cop, all groggy with sleep and not thinking clearly at all. I think the cop was amused by the whole thing. What a freak. I must have talked to him for about 10 minutes. I was trying to talk him into changing the speeding citation from 120 MPH to 90. As I write this now I'm kind of amazed that this conversation actually happened. I bet the cop was joking around with his buddies and they cajoled him inito calling me at such an ungodly hour. I thought these guys were supposed to be public servants.

I laid awake for about a half hour after I hung up. The cop refused to change the citation. The whole incident was kind of pathetic. I wonder if the cop had me on speaker phone. I finally went to sleep. Then, to my horror, I dreamed that the Blazers traded Travis Outlaw for Devin Harris. Seriously. I actually dreamed that we traded Travis Outlaw. It made me feel sick in my dream. Extreme anxiety. I was practically pulling my hair out. My fantasy of meeting Travis and hanging out with him was gone forever. That was by far the worst part of the night.