In My Dreams

I just came back from a trip to Las Vegas.

Vegas is over stimulating. There is so much going on, all the time. Slot machines beeping, clinking, flashing, and playing the same musical phrases over and over. Everything is over the top, at you all the time, and at any moment a big busted lady in almost no clothing will offer you a cocktail.

The time change and the change in lifestyle added up while I was there. I didn't get a lot of sleep, but spent the time in the hotel room reading World Without End, a book that captivated me from the first page, which is the only reason I would lug it to Vegas with me in the first place, because it's 1000 pages long. I have an ipad and can get books on that, but no, I lugged the old fashioned paper book. The story takes place in 1300 England, and centers around this cathedral and a hospital. Naturally it involves a number of monks and nuns.

My first night back from Vegas we got home at 1am and I fell into bed, exhausted.

And then I had this dream that I was trying to build a casino run by monks.