I don't often sleep very well, and the good streak of deep sleeps that I had going for about 3 years ended around a year ago.
Sometimes my sleep is bad because I have nightmares. Other times it is bad for no other reason than I've always been a bad sleeper. Last night was more bad sleep, but it was, at least, interesting sleep.
I wasn't sure at first, but now I'm certain that I had several dreams in which a beach-ball-sized chick pea puppet was talking to me...a lot. It wasn't scary or anything, just really vivid.
And that is why I have never, and will likely never need to do illegal drugs.
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