I like to watch a couple of hours of television a night. On Tuesdays I like to watch Reaper, which is a light-hearted and comical show where the devil interacts with a young man. Sam has to work for the devil because his parents sold his soul before he was born so every week he returns escaped souls to hell. Despite the premise, the show is actually not scary.
Another show on Tuesdays is Pushing Daisies. I have only caught this show once but it wasn’t bad. It is about a man who has the power to resurrect people from the dead with a touch. They only enjoy this rebirth for a short amount of time however and a second touch sends them back to death. Once again, this is quirky drama and is not a horror show.
I also like to read before bed. I have been reading A Tree Grows in Brooklyn and I can’t seem to put it down. It is a great family drama. It is set in the early 1900s and it is just approaching the time of WWI. Normally I like to read a chapter in bed at night. I then turn out the light and go to sleep. Lately, I seem to be reading two, three, or four chapters and staying up much later than I usually do because of it.
I don’t know how but these three things, T.V, reading, and sleep all interacted last night in such a way as to give me horrible dreams. I don’t want to get into the details of it.
I know that when we dream we often dream of things that we have thought about before going to sleep. I probably was thinking about death because of all three of these influences. I am so caught up in the novel that I care about the characters so maybe I was thinking about the death of someone I care about. All I know is that I had a terribly upsetting dream about it last night.