Lately, I've been having trouble getting to sleep before 4AM, which makes it even more difficult to actually drag my ass out of bed (or technically, recliner) when my alarm goes off at 11AM. This morning, just before my alarm went off, I was dreaming that I was sleeping on a couch in my room, and I heard some guy talking. This guy (his name is Andrew) pushes open my bedroom door, thinking it was someone else's bedroom. He notices that it's not the room he thinks it is and just stands there for a moment, I guess dumbfounded. I smile at him and tell him he can turn on the overhead light, which he tries to do, but I had turned it off at the fan when I went to bed. Mind you, in real life, I rarely tell anyone it's OK to turn on the overhead light, and most definitely not when I am still half-asleep. I really don't much like overhead lights, particularly the ones they put in ceiling fans. Anyway, he comes into the room and sits on the couch in front of my legs and picks up my hands and starts playing with them absentmindedly. And then...the alarm went off. In my dream, I was interested in this guy almost as soon as I saw him standing in the doorway with that goofy look on his face.
I tried to go right back to sleep so I could get back into the dream and see what happens next. Sometimes that works for me. Definitely didn't this morning. Ah, well.
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