A Different Mind
It’s 4am here, and I can’t sleep. I’ve had the flu – or some variation thereof – for a couple of days, and yesterday I thought I was getting over it. Went to bed, fell asleep, woke at 2 … and I’ve been lying there awake ever since.
Thing is, my mind’s been spinning. I’ve been having these weird lucid dreams, very intricate and logical and linear, one after the other. The first was a trip to New York to meet a film company (hey, I can hope, eh?). The second was receiving a call there and then that the house of someone I know had been firebombed, and she and her son were on their way to hospital. The third was a walk in the woods on my own, finding a strange tunnel that seemed to lead nowhere: I went in, walked for ten minutes, emerged exactly where I had entered, but every time I went back in I came out into a different world. I’ll write that one day.
And then I stared thinking on stories I’m working on. In the space of half an hour I’d thought through the screenplay I’m planning to write and come up with what just might be an ending. It’s weird, it’s not very ‘Hollywood’, but it works.
And then I got to thinking about why my mind’s off on one like this. I have a fever of about 39 degrees, and my mind at the moment is not my own. My blood is hot, and my brain is different. I’m thinking as Tim, but not the everyday Tim, and poorly though I amI quite like this sleepless Tim who’s quietly working through story ideas and problems in screenplays.
I have a mind altering fever. It’ll be gone tomorrow, but – and I never thought I’d say this – it was fun while it lasted.
Sleep well.
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