Kingdom of Sleep
That Stephen King show “Kingdom Hospital” is totally one of those shows that gets an all access pass to my dreams if I watch it before going to bed. Last night LCF and I watched three episodes on DVD before I conked out, and because in the show two characters were planning a trip to Salem, MA, that is where I spent all my dream time. I dreamt I was in Salem planning a wedding, but I couldn’t figure out if it was supposed to be my wedding or someone else’s. Everything was very clean and colonial and austere and vaugely sinister, and as I made the rounds of Puritan meeting halls and caterers and bed and breakfasts and florists, the fact that I didn’t know who the weddng was for became increasingly problematic. If I didn’t know who the wedding was for, how could I know if the bride would like what I picked out? If I was the bride, would I like what I picked out? I realized I was picking out all the things that I thought weddings were supposed to have, but not necessarily things that I liked or wanted. Everyone I consulted with around the town was a severe witchy woman, and they all would answer my questions in tones of terse malevolence. It made me feel stupid and confused and very lonely and I woke up feeling much more tired than I had been when I went to sleep.