datura

Ey yey yey! Sometimes my alarm goes off again and again, screaming its electonic wailing voice into my sleeping ears. My hand blindly reaches out for its head, trying to smash into oblivion with the SNOOZ button. Of course, I intend to simply catch another fifteen minutes of zzzz's, but sometimes I 'snooz' that clock for hours, especially if I am stuck in my dreams.
In this morning's dream, I was stuck somewhere and I had gotten on the wrong flight or something. I knew if I found Pee-Wee Herman, he would help me. I got off the flight all frazzled and spotted him. My tired feet bolted over to where I saw him, and he smiled in that Pee-Wee way, while almost turning away and curtsying. Then I thought, "What the hell? Her dosn't dress like this in real life! I better remember his real name."
"Pee-Wee, ah hem, I mean, Paul! I need your help! I'm lost."
From there the dream gets fuzzy since I didn't write it down after waking up in the middle of the afternoon!
Speaking of, I have to split since half the day has already walked over me and I haven't gotten a scrap of work done.