Since I saw Criss Angel last night, and consumed a bit of my favorite beverage before and during the show, I was quite wired and focused on Criss when I finally sat down to decompress in my recliner – until 2:30 in the morning.
Even though I was home at a reasonable hour, as soon as I sat in my chair, I was sucked into the depths of exhaustion.
All I can recall of my dreams is Criss. It happens, and I guess it’s common when a person finally gets to see a person they’ve idolized for years. What little I do recall is Criss trying to teach me card tricks, and how to levitate using unused parts of my brain. Umm, Criss? I can’t even use normal parts of my brain correctly half of the time. You really expect me to tap into that special area which enable things like ESP and other superhuman powers? I’ll stick with my occasional astral projection. Thanks.
And that’s all I can remember, because when I finally crawled off to bed, I was slightly dizzy and disoriented. Oh, and dehydrated. Dehydrated is never a good thing when you’re trying to sleep.
And finally, I’d like to thank Criss for a great time last night – IRL.