Rock recalled dreaming, but memories from his sleep are nonexistent. He believes they were obscured by the titanic crawl forced upon him by extreme hypoglycemia.
His first awareness appeared while he was sprawled on the bathroom floor at about 6 a.m., where he gasped for breath and began a horseshoe-shaped, counterclockwise 20-foot crawl to his refrigerator. He sprained his right wrist and hurt his right knee and right foot on the way to several gulps of grapefruit juice and then several more of grape juice. Rock had no choice but to urinate as he sat on the tile floor of his kitchen. The juice began to register on his blood glucose. After perhaps five minutes he gained enough balance to wobble his way upright to his back bedroom.
It occurred to Rock several hours later that this was as bad as it's been for him, as he sat sore and scared, ready to watch the final round of the U.S. Open.
His ankle and knee would hurt for days.*
*this was not a dream, rather a hypoglycemic event somewhat common to Rock's real life
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