Nov 06, 2011 19:28
I had the strangest of morning dreams: for the space of an hour, time slowed down.
I woke up an hour early, which probably wasn't unusual today. I contentedly reset my alarm and turned over, happy for another bit of rest.
I had, in quick succession, two extremely active dreams.
I woke up in a panic, sure that I'd slept in.
It was four minutes later.
Lather, rinse, repeat. It's 11 past the hour and I've been to comicbook!Mars and back. Pull the covers up and try again. A whirl through undergraduate life but everyone is purple! Wake up: it's only 20 past.
I guess I kept dreaming in superspeed, but what it felt like was that hour was never going to end. I could have kayaked to Japan and when I got there it would still not be 9am.
Could use another hour like that, now and again.