Popping up here again for a quick post. I do hope to get back into the habit of writing every day after this week is done. With Thanksgiving last week, and a terrible cold that I can’t quite seem to shake, it’s been hard to get everything done that needs doing. Tomorrow is the last day for my online course that I’m taking, which is good, except that I haven’t quite finished the research paper that’s due at midnight. My college friends will be interested to know that my procrastinating ways have not changed much when it comes to writing research papers. Honestly, I have gotten better, but this cold has been one of those ones that kinds of makes your head feel like it’s full of cement. It’s hard to think.
Once this week is over, I can breathe a little deeper and hopefully sleep a little deeper, too. It doesn’t help to try to balance your efforts when you don’t get a good night’s rest. I’m not sure why it’s happening, either. Last night, for example, I went to bed at 10 pm (those Law & Order reruns get me every time), with the alarm set for 5:15 am. But for some reason I awoke in the middle of the night — as I have done several nights recently. Not only do I wake up, but in my mind I think the alarm is about to go off, so I should probably just get up anyway. Now I’m wide awake, when I glance at the clock on the nightstand to see that it’s actually 2 am.
So I try to fall asleep again, successfully dozing on and off for the next few hours. But when the alarm does go off, I am in the middle of a very life-like dream — that I have slept in, that it is 6:30 am and that I have decided to take the later train to work. In fact, in my dream at the very moment the alarm sounded, I was standing by the bed just getting up, with this plan for the late train all worked out.
I slapped the alarm off and lay there for a few moments, completely disoriented.
Dream police, what does this all mean?