Tuesday night, I was up late enough that my Brit friends on Twitter and Facebook started waking up on their Wednesday morning and wishing me a happy birthday. So I stayed up stupid late, replying to many of the wonderful and kind messages.
When I finally stumbled to bed around 3:30am (yes, yes, I know), I was mildly berating myself about the fact that I had to be at work in a few short hours. As usual, I turned the Zen to one of the lads'
sleep programs, just to slip that much more effortlessly into Nod. I don't think I even made it through the pre-talk. :-P
Plummeting seemingly instantaneously into REM, I had a long and crazy dream about trying to get to work on time but being delayed and interrupted by the people I was with, or family making demands on my time, or bizarrely convoluted complications in my travel (that of course made complete sense in dream logic). The dream has since faded into the muddled amorphousness of half-remembered images, so don't ask for details.
When I awoke a mere hour later, I couldn't help laughing at my unconscious.
"Geesh, I wonder what I'm worried about," I muttered sarcastically before rolling over for a bit more sleep.