Life on the Mason Dixon Line

I am usually a super sleeper. Many years ago I was in a sleep study as a “control” and in the debrief session with the Primary Investigator, he basically asked if I was narcoleptic. My parents would probably say YES—I was usually asleep on road trips before we left town, maybe even the block. This skill carried to the sleep study when we had to nap every 2 hours… in the lab…over the period of an 8-hour
day…while hooked up to the EEG equipment (i.e. electrodes stuck to your face and scalp).

So I’m a champ at this. Most of the time.

Not lately though. I have had the usual crazy dreams:

• Losing my engagement ring and 1 of the wedding bands,
• All of my teeth falling out,
• Generally being lost (although not that unusual than when I am behind the wheel of a car),
• Falling off a cliff.

You know—the basics. Most of the time.

Not last night though. Last night I dreamt of Lionel Richie:

This is one of the last things I put on my Pinterest board before falling asleep.

In my dream I was in a school about to go to a concert in one of the classrooms. The school was really old and run down and dumpy—not the place you would think would host a concert. Not to mention classroom acoustics—BLECH. I kept checking my notes to make sure I was in the right place (overlapping with my generally being lost dreams perhaps?) and guess who passes in front of me into the classroom?

LIONEL RICHIE! Complete with the fro!

Of course I immediately squeal, “I just pinned the funniest picture of you on Pinterest!” Then proceeded to tell him about the picture with the tear off tabs posted on the telephone pole. But I had to then explain what Pinterest is. But then we were running late and the other performers were coming in. It was a crazy mix of performers: Aretha Franklin (in all of her 70’s glory!), Sarah McLaughlin (maybe I see too many ASPCA
commercials?), I can’t remember who else.

NOT LIONEL RICHIE. What the hell? I dream about Lionel Richie and I don’t get serenaded? I gave him the business about it too! [I wonder if Paul has nightmares about me giving him the business.] Lionel just shrugged and said the show was designed to rotate singers and he was too busy promoting the show this time to perform too.

Perhaps HE is the one who posted his own mug on the telephone pole?