Finally, finally got almost a whole weekend off. I'm supposed to have Fridays off too but what the hell, a two day weekend and some overtime on the paycheck I will gladly take.
I stayed up too late last night, revelling in the fact that I would be able to sleep in this morning. Not that keeping my eyes open until the wee hours did anything to help me get extra sack time. The old internal alarm clock (ok, and an urge to piss) had me up at 5:15 a.m. rubbing my sockets with the heels of my palms and making coffee anyway. After about an hour and two cups of coffee I did manage to rejoin dreamland on the couch for a couple of more hours. IFC on the tele lulled me back to sleep with some show about people trying to hash out some sort of enjoyable existence in a place far from and far worse than the one I'm in.
In that time I had a dream about wandering around some open-air market with a shoulder bag holding a million dollars in cash. I never looked in the bag in my dream, I just knew that was what was in it. I kept wandering around not really looking at anything, just waiting for what I knew was going to come. Someone was going to snatch the bag from me and run off. In the end they did, two young men ran up and grabbed it from me. I started yelling for someone to stop them but no one paid me any attention. It was as if I was both invisible and inaudible. A ghost.
Just before I woke up I caught up to them and grabbed the bag back. They both just kind of smiled at me as if to say "hey, nothing personal but we had to try" and then just walked off casually as if they'd done nothing wrong.
Odd.
I stayed up too late last night, revelling in the fact that I would be able to sleep in this morning. Not that keeping my eyes open until the wee hours did anything to help me get extra sack time. The old internal alarm clock (ok, and an urge to piss) had me up at 5:15 a.m. rubbing my sockets with the heels of my palms and making coffee anyway. After about an hour and two cups of coffee I did manage to rejoin dreamland on the couch for a couple of more hours. IFC on the tele lulled me back to sleep with some show about people trying to hash out some sort of enjoyable existence in a place far from and far worse than the one I'm in.
In that time I had a dream about wandering around some open-air market with a shoulder bag holding a million dollars in cash. I never looked in the bag in my dream, I just knew that was what was in it. I kept wandering around not really looking at anything, just waiting for what I knew was going to come. Someone was going to snatch the bag from me and run off. In the end they did, two young men ran up and grabbed it from me. I started yelling for someone to stop them but no one paid me any attention. It was as if I was both invisible and inaudible. A ghost.
Just before I woke up I caught up to them and grabbed the bag back. They both just kind of smiled at me as if to say "hey, nothing personal but we had to try" and then just walked off casually as if they'd done nothing wrong.
Odd.