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Saturday, 30 August 2008 01:28
I've literally just realised that when I try to sleep, to overcome my apparent disposition as a poor sleeper, I try to think of something that I suppose I subconciously hope will transpire into a dream that will see me through until morning.
Now, know me or not, I'm sure you think it's something relaxing I try to imagine, playing with my son, sunning myself, a minority of you may think it's an intimate moment with my wife I try to visualise, and Demetrie would swear it's something involving a blind donkey, the truth alas is far more disturbing.
Everynight, as I close my eyes, my relaxing thought is shooting people. Soldiers civilians, women, children anything really. Sometimes it's bolt action, scoped or silenced, but the end result is smoking corpses. At first I was worried I may have been Lee Harvey Oswald or some other doing-the-world-a-favor type, but then I realized what's happening.
Thankfully, the sniping is a modern metaphor for counting sheep, except as they leap the fence of life, I drill them between they eyes with a .50 calibre round. It's great to be your own psychiatrist.