Another night of insomnia, another night of wild imaginings.  I slept for about an hour and half, woke, and slept for another hour and a half before I said, “Enough is enough!”

The first session ended with a dream in which I suffered explosive diarrhea while standing in line for a ride at Disney Land.  Bad enough.
The second session ended with a dream wherein I was fleeing through the streets of Boston, pursued by military police until I found my way to a psychic who fronted for an underground railway dedicated to spiriting people with sensitive government information to safety in Canada.
I woke from that little charmer to toss and turn for a couple of hours before saying, “Bugger this for a game of lemons,” got up and did some chores at 3am.  Including cleaning up the hairball thoughtfully provided at the bedroom door.  I guess that really was the last straw, really.
And now? Now I await the inevitable hallucinations that result from a night of general sleeplessness.  The fourth in a row.  Wheeeeeeee!