Ugh. So this is what it feels like to be a morning person. I think I missed the mark…
I woke up all paranoid of sleeping past the alarm, so I was not able to fall back asleep. That is a done deal waking up with that much conviction. That was a half hour ago. I had woken up twice more before that.
In my dream, I was going home to Ohio, at least what I thought was Ohio, with <lj-user: chronic_petunia> and some other guy I don’t think I knew that well. And, of course, the best method to do so was to take the submarine through the channel. You know… the sub… through the channel… Yeah.
No more pot-stickers right before bed. Honest.
Oddly, the submarine stopped for an over-nighter. We had a massive suite in this huge old home, which seemed – oddly enough – located somewhere in France. My room was massive and had all of these odd contraptions in it. The toilet, right there on the side-wall in the room, was of the oddest design. There was a trendle sewing machine tucked in behind and big red leather reading chair. The sink was very hard to find and located nowhere near the toilet.
I blinked and was out of the house on an errand, only to return finding my travel mates abandoning me, loading their stuff into a cab hours before we had to leave…
That is where I awoke.
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