And I wasn't the one who got the morphine shot

It's been years since I've slept over 8 hours!  Last night I slept 8hrs 22 minutes to be exact and I'm still exhausted.  I think stress does that to some people and yesterday was very stressful for me. My Dad took a very serious fall out in the yard and it ended up being a long day in the ER for all. I got home a little around midnight before finally crashing. I hit my timer on my fitbit one  one to record my sleep time. I didn't wear it to bed  like I'm  suppose to, so all my tossing, turning and times awakened were not recorded last night. Looking back I wish I had worn the device on my wrist while sleeping, it would have very interesting to know how much I did move.  I did wake up once during the night,  so I picked up the my fitbit one off the night stand  to see if it would record the movement, which it did.

Now to my stream of dreams. Once I entered my sleep zone. There were a few dreams that really stood out. I'm sure you will wonder after reading them, why I'm not at the very least medicated while in public. My first dream involved a radio call in show for some kind of  prize . I didn't even hear the questions they were asking on the radio, I figured I would simply answer them. I knew  if my call got through they would repeat the question. Anyway I was using a phone that was the size of a saltine cracker, which looked a little like "Sponge Bob". The keypad was so small and I had a hard time making out the numbers. The keys were very hard to press and when I completed the call, I got a busy signal.  It seemed like I spent the next 2 minutes looking for a redial on this ultra small phone.  Finally when I found one  and  pressed it, someone from the radio station answered. The person on the other end had problems hearing me, I was fading in and out.  For some reason I walked over to some nearby railroad tracks. Amazingly this seemed to cleared up my reception. The announcer asked me for my answer to the question. I told him I didn't hear  the question, because I was to busy trying to call. The next sound I heard was click on his end of the line. The announcer said we seemed to have lost connection to our caller, so we will take another caller.  Even at the end of this dream I still don't know what the question was or  even what the prize was. All I remember is that I didn't win..

On to crazy Dream 2..........

For some reason I was sitting in a chair along  a parade route. The parade which was a charity event of sorts was in  my hometown. I remember having a camera hanging around my neck, so I could take shots of the parade. Somehow I managed to miss the parade, when I woke up everyone was leaving. People were laughing at me, seeing me sleeping  in a chair on a busy street with my camera dangling around my neck. Upon waking up I decided I should leave to prevent further embarrassment. My only concern was  a photo of me sleeping wouldn't be tweeted around the world. . Rising up with chair and camera in hand. I  headed to my car. When I finally  found my Jeep, I noticed it was blocked in by several large dump trucks. The next thing I remember was searching  for  someone to move the big trucks. Not finding anyone,  I returned  back to my parking space. I was surprised to see the trucks gone, along with my Jeep. Once again I was searching for my car. I told several people about what had happened. One person told me that the local car dealership across the street had cars towed away that parked on their property. My dream never informed me of "no parking", however I had to deal with it.  The dealership  which was an  old two story building "1920's Circa.   I crossed the street  to the building. Upon entering it looked to be abandoned. Hearing some noise upstairs I decided to investigate. There I found the owner of the dealership laying linoleum down on a large expansive room. When I told him about

my parking dilemma he told me why the car was  impounded, Seemed he had been having a lot of problems with teenage kids parking and leaving their cars during the night. He had been so busy remodeling he forgot about the parade and the "auto tow" service he had in place. I told him I wasn't aware it was a private lot.  The owner said he would get my car for me and there would be no charge. I decided to help the man finish his last roll of linoleum. This is  where my dream ended. 

Now if you can analyze the meaning behind these dreams other than my interpretation as  " WTF", I  will gladly listen. And if you think that I  am..........at least recommend a good facility. 

And I assure you that it was my father and not me who got the morphine shot! Anyway for 8 hrs and 22 minutes I had...................