When I go through these bouts of sleep-to-the-point-of-unconsciousness, I often wake more tired than after a similar amount of the usual dozing. Moreover, I'm more prone than usual to remembering dreams - usually long, complicated, and repetitive dreams. This week's featured, in a starring role, Miss Bonham Carter, albeit not in a lilac fur-trimmed peignoir as seen here.
We were walking together, for a very long time, doing the usual dream-state pointless searching for things, talking about other things, and generally not making much sense.
I woke suddenly yesterday morning at one such dream's end, just as she turned to me and said, "you know what the real problem is, don't you? Don't you?"
"Tell me," said I.
She turned away; looking gravely over her shoulder as she walked off, she said, simply: "Mystery clown."
And so I woke up. And this is what I Googled from that phrase:
Amazingly, despite the horror of that image, last night I slept the dreamless, refreshing sleep of the innocent and feel much restored.
But what could it mean?