Charles Gibson, anchor of ABC Evening News, and I discussed our sketching.
In my dreams.
When you have sleep apnea, (I do) and you don’t use a CPAP (I do use one) you wake up 50-70 times every hour. Yeah, about once a second! Apeneaphobes miss out on dreaming, because they miss out on the deep dream-state sleep.
Even using a CPAP (Continuous Positive Airway Pressure) I hardly remember my dreams.
I remember this one. Have fun with the dream analysis.
Charlie Gibson and I were laying in bed, discussing some very important topic. He was referring to his notes and I was referring to mine.
I looked over and happen to notice that he had a sketch of himself. I commented that I also had a sketch of myself.
Except his sketch was much much better. It actually looked like him as he is now.
My self-portrait hasn’t changed since college:
I never had a cleft chin, I just always thought they were cool. I’ve always worn button down shirts and glasses with long hair. Fairly accurate – from college age through about age 35.
This is closer to what I look like now:
Chubby cheeks, lines through my face, still have hair I can comb – on my head, my back, my ears, my nose, my ass. Back, crack and sack hair!
I commented to Charlie, that as good as our sketches were, they couldn’t hold a candle to Katie’s. Katie is an artist. This is her avatar – not really a self-portrait, unless she is a LOLCat doing jazz hands.
We agreed Katie’s was best.
I rolled over on my stomach and planned on going to sleep. (Remember, this is a dream!) and as I rolled over, I thought “I feel sorry for Charlie because Walter Cronkite died.”
As I rolled over, I noticed there was another guy in bed with us. I was in between.
I then did my corporate office routine:
Awakened, Gottup and Peed.
It was 3:57. Like the gun.
Maybe I shouldn’t have gone to bed loaded.
