Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Things go boom at the YMCA

New 1993 remix!!

Despite going to sleep in good time last night, I didn't sleep well.

I had a dream that involved a friend's father (played by Al Pacino in this dream) being abusive and my friend then talking someone into bombing the YMCA--which in this dream was more like Disneyland--where his father worked. He chose bombing the place because shooting him failed to kill him. Most of this dream took place in the locker room of the pool--that place where you shower in you swimming suit after the pool (not the naked showers)--and was about the actions themselves. Eventually they happened and it really surprised everyone. I left the locker room right afterwards to avoid any questions about if I knew anything about what happened.

And someone had taken my hoodie when I was swimming.

I woke up around 4:45 AM, probably because that was about 5.5 hours after I went to sleep and that's about as much sleep as I'm used to getting. Any more than that and my body assumes I've over slept. Looking around I realized what time it was, got a drink of water, pondered staying up and going running or doing something equally productive, and eventually went back to sleep. When my alarm went off at 6:40 I felt like I'd been punched in the face--I was groggy, could barely open my eyes, and any movement took extreme effort. My body once again began it's usual sales pitch. Remembering those venomous words from before, I fought it and got out of bed.

I feel like I haven't slept at all.

While showering I realized I hadn't moved in about 10 minutes. I literally got in the shower and just stood there. No washing, no singing, no re-enacting the Battle of Waterloo. Just standing there with my mind totally checked out. It's an odd experience realizing I haven't been doing anything for a period of time. It's slightly unnerving that I can go so long without any recognition of my surroundings. Normally I'm quite observant and can remember things in pretty good detail, sometimes down to exact conversations word for word. Other times I don't even notice I'm naked and being blasted with water.

So that was my morning. I can't imagine it bodes well for the rest of the day. Or the week. It's only Tuesday and I'm already this fried.

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