Sleeping, waking, dreaming

Last night I saw the clock show 2am, 4am and 5.30am. By the last one I had resigned myself to being awake until the proper morning. In fact, most nights have been really patchy since I dreamt about Terry Wogan. Maybe somewhere in the dark depths of the mind, I do genuinely think some sort of Dream Wogan is trying to kill me?! Maybe by sleeping for an hour or two at a time, I'm trying to escape from the evil Irish assassin, by not ever giving him long enough to find me and kill me? Maybe I should take back what I said about Frank Sinatra?