Well, my mother always said that if you went to bed with wet hair, you’d get a cold. Actually, I believe her exact words were “you’ll DIE OF PNEUMONIA", but you know - same diff.
I must say that I find it extremely unfair that I’m coming down with a cold this week. This week, I am all excited about cooking at home instead of succumbing to take-out, finally getting back into working out, doing research for a new show and other good intentions. The ideal time to get a cold would have been last week, which I spent nearly half of sitting on the couch, eating pie and watching the entire 5th season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer into the wee hours of the morning.
Tip for you Buffy fans out there - don’t watch the Queller demon episode by yourself at 3 a.m. when your partner is on the other side of the country for work. If it wasn’t for the soporific effect of excess pie, I might never have gotten to sleep. And then when I DID get to sleep, I had nightmares about the Queller demon going for my pie.
It was actually another nightmare that tipped me off to my impending cold. For some reason, ever since I was a kid, I have the same dream whenever I am getting sick. I call it the “Giant Vacuuming Dinosaur Dream” and basically, it’s this dream where this giant dinosaur is trying to . . . .vacuum me. Presumably for the purpose of consuming me.
What’s funny about these dreams is that they’re not set in the jungle or in prehistoric times, or anywhere you’d expect to find a dinosaur. The dream takes place wherever I happen to be living at the time. I’m going about my daily business, having normal conversations with people, but I’m holding on for dear life to doorknobs, counters, bedsteads, major appliances, to keep myself from being sucked into this dinosaur.
On the rare occasions where I realize that I’m having the Giant Vacuuming Dinosaur dream while still IN the dream, I’ll let go of the jungle gym, desk or radiator, because I know that the sensation of flying through the air will wake me up and the dream will be over. Last night, though, I was distracted from this simple solution by the fact that I was being sucked into this dinosaur while guys in cowboy hats were robbing our condo. And let me tell you, it is HARD to get to the phone to call 911 when that dinosaur is sucking at your feet. From now on, I’m keeping my cell phone by my bed.
Anyway - I’m getting a cold. But I’m not going to give up, eat licorice and watch Buffy all day!! No, I’m not! I’ve got things to do, proposals to write, vegetables to crunch! I’m taking my Cold FX and I’m going to beat this thing!!
Right after my nap.
Comments:
Oh, the Queller demon. I like that episode about as much as I liked the X-Files episode where there was that creepy guy who went on blind dates with women and then killed them by putting some kind of slime all over their faces and like, ingesting all their fat cells or something. Which is to say: NOT AT ALL.
Poor Rosie. No wonder you were having nightmares.
Comment by Chezza — Wednesday, August 24, 2005 @ 3:10 am
Oh man, Chezza. I’d forgotten about that sick, sick X-Files. Must think happy thoughts . . . to avoid . . . nightmares . . . puppies . . . cute puppies . . . and ice cream and cotton candy and kittens . . . happy kittens with no fangs . . . kittens with fangs!! No!! Aaaaaaaaargh!!
Comment by Rose — Wednesday, August 24, 2005 @ 7:25 am