That cheeky part of my mind strikes again
We had a pickup Ultimate game yesterday at about 6:30pm. It was hot and humid and the sun was merciless. And I stayed for the entire two hours. After a rough start, I actually didn't do too badly. I was definitely making some great catches. But every second I was out there I was bored out of my mind and wished desperately that I was playing rugby instead. It was a fantastic workout, though, and I came home dehydrated and exhausted.
So, of course, this meant that I didn't get a goodnight's sleep last night. I tried to go to bed at about 1 woke up at about 6:30am, unable to go back to sleep. So I got up, made breakfast and coffee, watched an episode of LoM, and finally felt relaxed enough to go back to sleep.
It worked a bit took well, it seems. I woke up at 10am from the weirdest dream where I was navigating around the campus (only, in that weird way that dreams make sense only in it's own context) trying to find this shortcut when I ran across two guys who in my dream were familiar and we all ended up at my house eating lunch in the living room of my family's house. The front door opened and I expected to see my brother walk in. Instead, it was that guy. The one that irrational, subjective part of my mind seems to be so obsessed with that it's dragged my subconscious into it's attempts to drive me insane. Anyway, in this dream, he was so very forward, but not at all in a sexual way. It was...almost sweet. In a sort of romcom way.
The worse part is that strongly emotional dreams tend to affect my mood for the day. If I spend the day being sappy as hell, I'm going to be pissed. I might even consider going in for tests to determine just where in my brain this cheeky part lies and lobotomize it the hell out of there.
Jeez.
So, of course, this meant that I didn't get a goodnight's sleep last night. I tried to go to bed at about 1 woke up at about 6:30am, unable to go back to sleep. So I got up, made breakfast and coffee, watched an episode of LoM, and finally felt relaxed enough to go back to sleep.
It worked a bit took well, it seems. I woke up at 10am from the weirdest dream where I was navigating around the campus (only, in that weird way that dreams make sense only in it's own context) trying to find this shortcut when I ran across two guys who in my dream were familiar and we all ended up at my house eating lunch in the living room of my family's house. The front door opened and I expected to see my brother walk in. Instead, it was that guy. The one that irrational, subjective part of my mind seems to be so obsessed with that it's dragged my subconscious into it's attempts to drive me insane. Anyway, in this dream, he was so very forward, but not at all in a sexual way. It was...almost sweet. In a sort of romcom way.
The worse part is that strongly emotional dreams tend to affect my mood for the day. If I spend the day being sappy as hell, I'm going to be pissed. I might even consider going in for tests to determine just where in my brain this cheeky part lies and lobotomize it the hell out of there.
Jeez.