The other night, I had a disconcerting dream.
Well, not a dream exactly. It happened in the space between sleeps, when, despite my best efforts, I find myself lying awake waiting for rest to find me once more. It was three, four in the morning, and there were fifty people watching me.
Somehow, I awoke in the middle of the night to discover a door in the back of my head, and dozens of people were peering through. They all had very strong opinions on how I should sleep: wear this, take this position, do not use that blanket. If I wanted to fall asleep again, they clamored, I would have to follow their every instruction.
I, ever the nighttime contrarian, did the exact opposite. I (having fallen asleep in my clothes after a hectic night of watching other people play Vintage Story at a LAN party) changed into my normal sleepwear, assumed my normal sleeping position, and did use that blanket thank you very much. The watchers did not approve of this! And so I stubbornly laid there, ignoring the tut-tutting of my sudden audience, until I realized they were right. Somehow it was more comfortable to wear this, take this position, and kick off that blanket.