Around 3 a.m. this morning I woke up in a hot/cold sweat, still a little frazzled by that weird disoriented feeling you get when you're unexpectedly reminded of your mind's twisted limits.
I dreamt I was sleeping with Hulk Hogan.
Seriously, how random is that? My TV doesn't get VH1, so you can't label the dream a side effect of a "Hogan Knows Best" marathon. Sorry.
Now that I've ruled out the obvious, feel free to interpret the depths of my psyche in the comments section.
For more on sleep issues, check out dream interpreter Lauri Loewenberg's blog here.
