...or have a horrible nightmare!
I woke myself and Susan up at some ungodly hour before dawn today by yelling out, "Fuck off, you nosy bastards!" Moments before, while deep in some R.E.M. state, three of the Sandman's creepy friends had been staring at me through a slot in the bedroom wall. Two of them were wearing 1970s sunglasses, all three had moustaches, and one was holding a poker.
"Uh, wha...uh?" Susan spluttered as she stirred, so I explained the predicament I'd been in. "Oh," she responded. "I was busy stripping the meat off some computers."
Then, without another word, we put our heads down and again went off to visit the Land of Nod.