June 6th, 2010

Sleep Paralysis

I had one of those sleep paralysis dreams last night- and knew- even as I was having it- that I was asleep- and all I needed to do to get out of it was wake up. This didn't stop it from being uniquely awful. The experts say that sleep paralysis accounts for most experiences of incubi and succubi and witches and vampires and abducting aliens- to which I nod my head and say, "Yes, but I've never ever made the mistake of thinking one of these things was anything other than a dream." I was being attacked of course- in this instance by an evil child- a boy with whom I'd been having a peacable conversation only moments earlier. You'd think that finding yourself unable to move would be terrifying enough, but- no- you're also always under attack- and threatened with some kind of violation. I wonder why this is.

Roland Garros- Men's Final

There was a script. They stuck to it. Rafa hadn't lost a set coming through the tournament- and he didn't lose one in the final. Soderling was impressive, but Rafa was inspired. The scores don't do justice to just how hard fought some of those games were.

The Queen of Spain was in the crowd. Would our Queen have gone to Paris if it had been Andy Murray in the final?