So anyway, my sleeping schedule has been killing me lately. After about four hours of sleep I got up at Friday morning, thinking that I was finally back on track. At about I was so tired that I thought of taking a nap, but was afraid that I'd jonk out for a good four or five hours.
So I pressed. Then I seemed to get a second wind and was wide awake 'til deep into the night. I finally plopped down at am. I awoke at but, y'know, it was Saturday and I was still pretty tired. I awoke again at , but still needed a little more rest.
I woke up and was even more tired than I was earlier. After a few more attempts at rubbing the sting out of my eyes while the rain and high winds were wafting through the room, and then falling back to sleep, I finally got out of bed at pm. I pretty much slept for 17 hours straight. What a dreary day. Perfect for sleeping in, but sheesh.
Now, my dreams can be very weird and very vivid. Sometimes I want to write 'em all down as blogposts, but, eh, that'd be just weird. But here's a part of one that I had that day that, for some reason, has stuck with me. I was at a blog meet. I walked into a large room with long tables set up for all the bloggers at the meet.
One set of tables was arranged in the shape of a long, thin letter E. The spine of the E ran along the length of one side of the room, and the "spikes" if you will of the E jutted out toward the center of the room.
