Last night was one of those loopy-loco sleeping nights.

They happen to me every now and again. The Dream Goblins get at it… and before you know it… I am seeing dancing chickens in legwarmers….. and long lines of people sitting in pink lawn chairs on city streets. Skies are orange. The front door is frozen shut. There is a fuzzy brown character walking upright and playing a tuba with his hairy armpit.

I don’t do drugs. Honest. Or drink.

I swear though… sometimes you would wonder ….. if you popped in my head on a Dream Goblin night. It is a mystery to me why my brain works this way.

However, last night was really peculiar, even by my standards. I had the whole gamut of psychedelic Charlie and the Chocolate Factory scenes splashed before my eyes during slumber-time.

And then… I had a scary dream. Someone was mad about something… it was a shadowy figure. And right out of nowhere…. blammo…. they hit me in the mouth. Yep. Whatever (or whoever) it was… cracked me right in the kisser. They were terribly incensed. In a real tither, I’ll tell you. Yep. They hauled off and slugged me one. The dream went on for a little while longer… and I don’t remember anything about how it ended.  For all I know… they knocked me out cold.

But here is the deal. When I woke up this morning I had a fat lip. A big old fatty, fatty lip. Like someone had given me a Goldie Hawn Botox Injection. (The good part was.. my big nose…. looked somehow proportional until about noon time …) Yes…. ..Well. …… … At any rate….

I ask you. What the heck?

Yes, I guess this is just one of life’s little mysteries. I think these unexplained curiosities make the world interesting and intriguing.

Yet. Tonight, I think I am going to stay up all night. (Netflix. Here I come.  I wonder if I have any good scary movies in my queue…. )

“Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?” – Charles DeLint

“The final mystery is oneself.” – Oscar Wilde