The dream police, they live inside of my head
The dream police, they come to me in my bed
The dream police, they’re coming to arrest me, oh, no–Cheap Trick/The Dream Police
Not to belabor the point, but I’ve been a little ill lately. This sometimes leads me to believe that I’m not sleeping, but now I’m not so sure.
I woke up coughing in the middle of the night. That’s nothing unusual. I wake up the whole neighborhood coughing when I’m sick. No, I’m really not exaggerating.
When I woke up coughing. I was very upset because I was disrupting rehearsals for my family’s recording session. We were in the middle of recording our new record, and I’d fallen asleep. They let me sleep because I was sick, but then I started coughing and woke up. I could tell I was awake, because I was coughing and everyone was looking at me. I was also quite embarrassed about having ruined the recording session.
We were recording our soon to bit hit tune, “ABC”.
We were the Jackson 5.
I was little Michael right up until the time I got off the chair in the studio and got a drink of water. Something about the face looking back at me in the mirror coughing didn’t seem quite right.
And I woke up again.
As myself.
In my own bed.
There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.
ABC, easy as…quantum physics and dream logic.
Maybe I should have some more codeine.