Saturday, November 15, 2025

Weir(d) News

Parkinson’s disease is linked to vivid, frequent, and often distressing dreams, a condition known as REM Behavior Disorder (RBD), where people physically act out their dreams. This occurs because the normal paralysis that accompanies REM sleep is impaired in people with Parkinson’s. Medications can sometimes worsen these symptoms, but the disease process itself is a major factor. — Google

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Okay here goes. I had another weirdly vivid dream last night, the most recent in a long string of such dreams, but this one was a happy one. It started out with the arrival of two young women who were to sleep next to me in my room.

Don’t get too excited, this dream was strictly platonic.

And the origin of this part of the dream is clear. Just before going to bed last night, I watched the charming 2018 TV film, No Sleep ‘Til Christmas, starring Odette Annable.

These young women, who in my dream were sparkly, figured later on in the story. First we woke up and got ready for work. I took them with me to a large office downtown with hundreds of people, few of whom I knew but all of whom seemed to know me.

It was a media company, not unlike The Morning Show on Apple TV, but more like two places I actually worked, Excite@Home and Wired News. For some reason the girls had to sit under desks at the front of the office, so I left them there and went to the back, where my group sat.

When I located my cubicle, there was no chair and no phone. Somehow I knew my super power was speaking loudly, which in the dream I proceeded to do.

Soon, a guy appeared, carrying a large office chair upside down on his head. Someone else brought a phone in his pocket.

I looked around at my employees and saw they were all young men who simply didn’t know what to do; some had clearly been playing video games but the others seemed earnest but clueless.

So I began speaking loudly again and like magic stuff started to happen. Stories materialized, good stories. A guy with a list showed up. I pronounced that henceforth we would be producing one big weird story each day and that again, henceforth, we would be rebranding ourselves as Weird News.

I also said we would be diversifying. This is where the two young women I’d been sleeping next to came back into play. I thought about how to introduce them to my all-male news team.

I couldn’t say “These are my girls,” because that made it seem like they were my daughters. I couldn’t say “These are my women,” because first off they weren’t mine and secondly, that might make me sound like a sick Jeffrey-Epstein-type character.

Then I remembered that the young women sparkled, so I announced “I’m bringing some Sparkles into the newsroom!

Everyone cheered and we rebranded ourselves Sparkle News. And with that, I woke up.

Though somewhat exhausted from expending so much effort in my dream, I also was happy that it had been so much better a dream than the night before.

In that dream, I’d been responsible for a six-month-old baby and I was carrying it on a bus when it suddenly disappeared. I looked everywhere in all the nooks and crannies of the city but no luck. It was a missing persons case so I used my investigative skills to trace the baby back to the bus, to the back of the bus specifically and a group of women from Central America.

Once I realized this I ran and ran but by the time I got to the back of the bus, they’d all been deported.

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