I have noticed the last few days that various people all seem to be writing about their dreams. I am sure that I dream, everyone does, but it is extremely rare that I remember having dreamed. I sleep like the dead. When Hurricane Opal roared through West Georgia-Easter Alabama back in the 90’s, I slept through the shit. The only reason I knew that it was happening was that one of my bosses called me and told me to get my ass to work :>. Hell, we even had a HUGE oak tree come down about 15-20 feet from the bedroom window.
Once I slept through a tornado that ripped up trees and various items right by the house. I guess oblivion does = happiness.