I found myself in a small village surrounded by mountains. The sun was bright, but I wasn’t even slightly warm. When I looked around everything seemed familiar, but I was sure I didn’t know this place. Every hut I peeked into was occupied with members of my bowling league. There was Dave, eating a melon to my right. Rick was to my left having a drink at the tiki bar. Just across a large dirt courtyard I saw Bill, Cyndi, and Denise whispering to each other. I thought I was alone here, but my wife and 3 or 4 close friends were with me, also looking quizzically around the village. Funny that I didn’t notice them before.
It was suddenly the next morning. This was odd, I didn’t remember the passage of time, but I knew time had passed. I was now sitting in a large hut with a wide rectangular open window. As I looked out over the village, I noticed everyone was gone and it was quiet. I was just coming to the conclusion that I should find all of this odd when a rather large group of aborigines started charging toward us with their spears overhead. They looked mad. We needed to get out of there quick.
I looked up from the picnic table we were now sitting at. There was Dave, eating another melon.
“Dave,” I asked “Why were those aborigines trying to kill us?”
“Keith, I tried to tell you that you have to put two coats of paint on the hut, or it will upset the natives.” he said.
“Oh, that’s right, I forgot. We’ll get the second coat on right away.”
I looked over my shoulder as we were starting our second coat of sky-blue paint. There was the leader of the aboriginal tribe. He waved and gave me a quick smile and the bright sun glinted off his gold tooth.
I slowly opened my eyes and found myself staring at my bedroom ceiling with one thought going through my mind — “Aborigines have gold teeth??”
You needed two things: better ventilation and better sleep. Try those steps next time.