Lost In Haste

Some times you remember your dreams and sometimes you don’t well last night/today, I certainly did and they were odd.  In fact, I think I just had some of the most disjointed dreams of my entire life.

As I usually do, I’ve started at the end when I really needed to start at the beginning.  I fell asleep last night @ eight o’clock (in the middle of watching The Nanny and woke up at night thinking that I was running late for work.  So I started cursing rather loudly and my brother asked me what was wrong.  I told him I was late for work and he gave me the oddest look.  He pointed to the window and I realized that it was completely dark but I didn’t put two and two together until I remembered that he is never up at nine in the morning, so it must be night.  After this, I turned right back around and feel into bed.

At this point you might be wondering why the hell I was in bed at such an hour on a Friday night instead of drinking until my liver burst in pain.  Well, had planed on seeing my friend Mr. Vodka but I was so tired I first planed on taking a little nap.  I’ve been up late all week working on various pet projects (or in the case of Thursday, running), so I guess my body finally caught up with my mind…

So, the next time I woke up (at 12ish), I just had a awful dream about work!  In it, Active Layer and Atlas had completely crashed and was beyond the ability to fix or recompile.  Hans was dead from a heart attack, Marc was completely incorrect, Ryan had fainted, and Kelly was stabbing everyone else @ infuz!  The last part might make some people wonder what the hell goes on inside my head, but in my defense yesterday Danny had mentioned at lunch that if things were bad enough where I was ready to die from frustration, Kelly would be stabbing people.  So Kelly, if you are reading this, go after Danny, not me!

After that, it took me a while to get to bed, but sleep I did.  Only a few more times did I wake up and actually remember the dream, but none of them are interesting enough to write a whole paragraph about, so here they are:

• 2ish - Thought I was campaigning for Hillary
• 4ish - Thought I was on Project Runway and Laura had thrown a cake at me (don’t ask where the hell the cake came from, I’m still trying to figure that one out)
• 7ish - Thought that somehow Bush had become president a third time

Out of all the dreams, I’d say that the last one was the most scary which is why I probably didn’t go back to bed and why I’m typing now…

P.S. - I finally spelled it right!