Harold the pocket alligator
It's been a long week at work, with several incidents occurring on Monday that continue to reverberate. Nothing terrible, but things just weigh on my mind. As such, even though I've been sleeping pretty well for about the past week--even dreaming several nights in a row--I found myself waking up waaay too early overnight. Like, I was awake for a while, thinking multiple thoughts, and when I finally looked at my watch, it wasn't even 4 AM. Oy. Not cool, brain. Not cool. It probably doesn't help that the next two days will be a bit busy; I'm going out tomorrow, and then I have to get up early on Saturday. The contest I added last year, I'm doing it again, and I have to get there at 7:30. At least it's not too far away, but still.
Back to last night. I tried to fall asleep for about another hour and failed, until I got up to use the washroom. I had my bed set to zero-gravity mode, and I sort of meditated, and phew--I did fall back asleep for a little bit. I dreamt, too. I had this little alligator I named Harold. I think when I first saw him, he was on some sort of curvy ceramic thing, like to keep warm, sort of like a lizard. But he wasn't a lizard. He was an alligator. When I took him off the ceramic thing, he kept the curve to his body. I recall doing this on a short flight of stairs, like in a split-level house, and setting him on the top step. Kirby was in the dream and nearby, so I didn't think that was wise, so I called Harold over and he ran to me like an obedient dog. I think it was at that point that I put him in my pocket; he was only a few inches long. At some point he was climbing on my hand and arm, and I must have done something he didn't like and he nipped at me, and I was like, no Harold, don't do that. He might have ended up on my shoulder or something, but basically I woke up after that.
…I have no idea where that came from, and my coworkers were pretty much like, uh, what drugs are you on? Maybe they're just jealous that they didn't have a pocket alligator.
Back to last night. I tried to fall asleep for about another hour and failed, until I got up to use the washroom. I had my bed set to zero-gravity mode, and I sort of meditated, and phew--I did fall back asleep for a little bit. I dreamt, too. I had this little alligator I named Harold. I think when I first saw him, he was on some sort of curvy ceramic thing, like to keep warm, sort of like a lizard. But he wasn't a lizard. He was an alligator. When I took him off the ceramic thing, he kept the curve to his body. I recall doing this on a short flight of stairs, like in a split-level house, and setting him on the top step. Kirby was in the dream and nearby, so I didn't think that was wise, so I called Harold over and he ran to me like an obedient dog. I think it was at that point that I put him in my pocket; he was only a few inches long. At some point he was climbing on my hand and arm, and I must have done something he didn't like and he nipped at me, and I was like, no Harold, don't do that. He might have ended up on my shoulder or something, but basically I woke up after that.
…I have no idea where that came from, and my coworkers were pretty much like, uh, what drugs are you on? Maybe they're just jealous that they didn't have a pocket alligator.