My Chemical Morpheus

I can never sleep on airplanes, so I was a bit worried about coming back to Boston on a red eye that landed at 5 am on the day classes started. So at the suggestion of several friends, I took a couple Tylenol PM right before take off. It woroked pretty well, and I was able to nap fitfully throughout the flight, instead of simply sitting bolt upright staring into the dark. But boy do you ever have crazy dreams on that stuff! At one point I was running on the walls like like a kung fu actor with wirework, chased by a ravenous pack of differential equations.