When I fell asleep it was light and when I woke up it was dark. Historically this is trouble. The sleeping part's okay, the falling asleep and the waking up are fraught with hazards. These accidental naps are usually ushered in with rather dramatic myoclonic jerks. I'd like to get these spasms on videotape someday, I'm pretty sure they resemble electrocution. Normally there's an alarming sensation of sudden shifts in orientation, like the wall becomes the floor and I crash into it as gravity is perceived as a bizarre and violent force and not whatever we usually perceive it as (a benign quality of geometry, a feature of a certain direction (down)). These twitches are common, as are apprehensions of the uncanny and the hearing of female whispers. Today as I drifted off I thought of reality as consisting of discrete facts, which could be represented by painted barrels. The barrels were color-coded and each was affixed with a label describing the barrel's contents. I imagined going from barrel to barrel but somehow it seemed that these fact-barrels could not be opened. Later, just before I fell asleep, I sensed some anxiety hovering like a cloud of bugs between two very large numerals, 1 and 2, which were black objects. There was mysterious factual activity buzzing between these two numerals but it was unknowable and I felt frustrated and somewhat unnerved, like when there's a closet door you suddenly want to open for no reason, when suddenly it strikes you as completely unacceptable that the reality behind the door is unperceived. This activity caused the numerals to vibrate slightly, a small tremor like when the T. Rex is getting closer and the water in the glass ripples and everybody looks at each other with widening eyes of terror. I think the idea was that there is something going on after everything's been accounted for, something surplus in the interstices of reality, like after switching off a row of machines one by one you can still hear something humming and you feel that maybe you will need to go out into the woods to have some genuine silence and even then who knows. As far as I can tell I then fell asleep, and soon after the myoclonic jerk jerked me awake, and then I felt vaguely ashamed as I always do when that happens, and then I fell asleep again. I'm sure I dreamed something. And then when I woke up I thought I was someplace else for about ten seconds but I won't tell you where because it was an unreal zone or abstracted chamber, but there was, fleetingly, the pleasing smell of burning toast, which turned out not to be real. It was dark. How funny that sunset can still surprise people.