19th day in Spain
You lose half a day traveling from the central time zone to Madrid. 7 hours disappear from your life. Your watch and phone adapt as soon as you power them on in your new time zone, but it can take your body a few days to catch up.
The Tale of Two Titles
The original title of this story was Quicksilver Dreams of Lou Ferrigno. I mentioned on the 4th Day in Spain that hardest part of journaling a journey is coming up with titles for the stories.
Sometimes I can’t think of anything. Other times I can’t decide between two titles. Sometimes I use both titles, like The elusive low (or but I know Jay) or Madrid’s parakeet problem (or squawking demons from Planet X).
I like those. They remind of The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle and Friends cartoon titles like “Too Much Too Moon or What Makes Lunatick?” or “Fuels Rush In or Star Spangled Boner.” Yes, that was an actual title.
Other times two titles are too long, so I find a clever way to work it into the story. That probably makes you wonder what this could possibly have to do with Lou Ferrigno.
Time Travel Isn’t Funny
The funniest thing about time travel is how funny it isn’t.
On our first trip to Spain, I made the mistake of taking a nap when we arrived. We arrived at 10:00 am. My body thought it was still 3:00 am.
The second trip we fought through the day, no nap. Since dinner is about 10 pm, my body eventually thought I woke up at midnight with just a couple hours of sleep and then tried to go to bed at 5 pm. In spite of the clock and the dark saying it was midnight, my body insisted it was 5 pm, still sunny and hot, and time for dinner.
I don’t remember what we were talking about. Everyone else was asleep. My kid and I were talking about something and started laughing. Then we couldn’t stop laughing. We woke up the others who thought we were crying and ran into the room to see what was wrong.
Prone to Nightmares
I think it’s my vivid imagination that causes me to have so many nightmares. Maybe it’s my job. Or maybe I was a pirate being haunted by vampires in a former life.
“It is not more surprising to be born twice than once; everything in nature is resurrection.”
Whatever the reason, I often wake up yelling from nightmares. I don’t like visiting people, because they’ll think I’m tortured or insane. “What does his wife do to him? “ everyone surely asks.
Prone to Laughmares
I also have laughmares. I guess that’s what you call them. I also frequently have dreams that cause me to wake up laughing. It could be my friend Jay (5th day in Spain). It could be my job. Or maybe I was a vampire being hunted by pirates in a former life.
“It’s not any more unusual to be born twice than it is to be born once”.
– Ray Wylie Hubbard
Whatever the reason, I often wake up laughing from laughmares. I don’t mind visiting people. They already know I’m mostly insane. “How does his wife put up with him?” everyone surely asks.
To Sleep, Perchance to Dream
I’ve just walked out a door. I’m standing in a yard in what looks like a suburban neighborhood, but the lots are triangular and circular instead of rectangles.
I turn to go back inside the door. I feel for keys that aren’t there in pockets that may or may not be there.
I realize that I’ve just locked myself out of the door.
I step up to the door to look through the pane of glass inside the house. I can’t remember what I’m looking for. Maybe I’m hoping someone is inside to let me in.
It’s dark inside the room, so I get closer to the door so I can see. As I get right next to the glass a hulking figure appears.
It’s The Incredible Hulk. Not the CGI’d Mark Ruffalo Hulk, but the green face-painted Lou Ferrigno Incredible Hulk.
The Hulk just looks at me with a blank expression.
He’s not smashing anything or angry-looking. Just looking out, like maybe he just realized he locked himself inside a strange house in a strange suburban neighborhood with triangular and circular lots.
I’m not sure if the Hulk frightened me or if I was angry about locking myself outside. Whatever the reason I let out a huge, long, Incredible Hulk-like roar which wakes me from my dream.
I realize that I’m actually roaring when I wake up, which cracks me up. I can’t stop laughing.
I hope that my roar didn’t wake up everyone else, but I still can’t stop laughing. I don’t know if I’m laughing at the Lou Ferrigno Incredible Hulk, his blank expression or that fact that I woke up roaring, but I can’t stop laughing.
The Next Morning
I didn’t think I woke up anyone, but the next morning my wife asks me, “What did you dream about? What were you laughing at? And what did you roar at?”
I hope you can learn from my experiences. Time travel isn’t funny.
This is Day 19 of my Summer in Spain saga that began 30 days ago.
Next up: If you thought the Hulk Dream was weird.