My head is busy at the best of times. For years I’ve used exercise to slow down the energy coursing through my brain, and meditation to help clear the collisions from the tracks of my mind so that all my trains of thought can be righted from where they’ve spectacularly derailed.
Throw in a wonderful-but-slightly-overwhelming amount of jewelry orders, a problematic ex-boyfriend turning up like a gorgeous gem coated thickly with ebola virus, the usual single parent chaos, and then top it back off with the jewelry orders, because I’m obsessing about them….. and my brain is overloaded.
I’m usually careful about what I watch and read: add a disturbing image to my busy ADHD brain, and I can obsess and worry that image to death. It’s not worth watching violent or upsetting movies and shows, because they stick with me for ages, taking up space in my mind and popping up where I least want them.
But lately I’ve been watching NCIS reruns with Jake, because Mark Harmon is a beautiful man, and because my head has been overflowing and I just need to shut it down. And Mark Harmon is a beautiful man. On the visual input plus list: Mark Harmon. On the visual input minus list: a show about violent crime in the Navy. Mark Harmon wins!
Recently in reruns, Mark Harmon solved the murder of a Marine killed in a state park, parts of his corpse carried away by coyotes. He also solved the murder of a Naval officer killed in a state park, his body devoured by a bear. You didn’t know there was so much eating of our military personel in our state parks did you? Luckily, Mark Harmon is there to figure out what happened, after the fact. So if you are murdered and left to be eaten by a large carnivore in a state park? Rest assured, after you are consumed, Mark Harmon will find your killer.
I went to bed not realizing Mark and his hi-jinx were still swirling through my brain, and I dreamed complicated, strange dreams. Mark was solving my state park-murder, and I was a bit put out that he hadn’t gotten there sooner. Maybe before the murder? But definitely before the coyote chewed off my head and carried it away.
In my dream it didn’t hurt to have my head chewed off. As the coyote carried my head away and I felt his jaws clamped on my skull, I looked back upon Mark Harmon examining my body. Mark and his team bobbed up and down in my line of vision, my head jolting with the motion of the animal’s stride as he ran.
“Well, this is JUST. GREAT,” my head thought in my dream, ” how am I going to tell my customers their jewelry is going to be late because a coyote ate my head?”