Stay. 7 October 1998

I was kind of cantankerously lazy this morning - I woke up before the alarm went off, and I got out of bed and made tea and all that good stuff. I wasn't going to just go back to sleep right away. No, first I would finish my book. Then I'd go check my email, and a few things I'd left running at work the night before, and play some FreeCell and finish my tea.

Then I went back to sleep.

I had a strange dream, too, as will usually happen in that kind of middle-day half-sleep. NPR was droning quietly in the background about something or other. I don't know if that was an influence or not. If it was, well, it's even weirder, really.

I dreamt that I was walking around in my sleep - crawling more like it. Not sure what I was wearing. Pajamas or underwear. Somehow I had crawled outside into the yard - the yard being what I thought was a big circular driveway area in front of a house. A building, anyway, since more people than me lived there, not relatives.

So I'm drool-crawling along, asleep, unable to stop because I was asleep. I begin to feel something from behind me. I realize someone is touching me. Then it resolves into arms that are reaching around me. They've stopped my forward motion, whoever this person is, and now I can feel myself being gathered in and held. I notice the arms are thin and very freckled, and sure enough, when I manage to raise my head and focus my eyes, it's an old friend of mine. In the real world, I haven't seen her in months and months, and even then we're just Hi-Hi friends. But here she was, holding me with these very warm and real-feeling arms, stopping me from getting into trouble. (Crawling off the grounds, I gathered.)

And then when it seems clear that I'm settled down, she slowly gets up and smiles this weird half-smile, either pitying or apologetic or both. She opens the door - yes door, who knows - and there of course is the fellow that's been waiting for her to go. She had just stopped on her way out. So she waves a little and leaves. I just lie there, unable to wake up, unable to really sleep, and the sun is shining.

I have no idea. But it sure made really finally waking up and going to work seem the inferior option.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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