What a gripping film. Watched it last night and it’s all about Robert Redford undergoing dreadful times alone aboard, then not aboard, his small yacht in the middle of the ocean.
So, of course, I had nightmares about swimming and flailing and drowning. So forced myself awake, gotta cuppa , then leaning out of the back window and contemplating the moon shining on a very none seascape, gave myself stern talking to about the absolute impossibility of me ever, ever, being on a yacht in the middle of the Sumatran sea, so therefore I would never need to swim out of an upturned life-raft. All totally in vain.
A vivid imagination is great for writing, not great for sleeping.