So anyway, my sleeping schedule has been killing me lately. After about four hours of sleep I got up at Friday morning, thinking that I was finally back on track. At about I was so tired that I thought of taking a nap, but was afraid that I'd jonk out for a good four or five hours.
So I pressed. Then I seemed to get a second wind and was wide awake 'til deep into the night. I finally plopped down at am. I awoke at but, y'know, it was Saturday and I was still pretty tired. I awoke again at , but still needed a little more rest. I woke up and was even more tired than I was earlier. After a few more attempts at rubbing the sting out of my eyes while the rain and high winds were wafting through the room, and then falling back to sleep, I finally got out of bed at pm.
I pretty much slept for 17 hours straight. What a dreary day. Perfect for sleeping in, but sheesh. Now, my dreams can be very weird and very vivid. Sometimes I want to write 'em all down as blogposts, but, eh, that'd be just weird. But here's a part of one that I had that day that, for some reason, has stuck with me.
I was at a blog meet. I walked into a large room with long tables set up for all the bloggers at the meet. One set of tables was arranged in the shape of a long, thin letter E. The spine of the E ran along the length of one side of the room, and the "spikes" if you will of the E jutted out toward the center of the room.
Chairs were set along the spine and along each side of the spikes. A smaller set of long tables was set on the opposite side of the room. Chairs were set along the far side of that table and, in those chairs, were some other bloggers who made up some sort of panel that was running the show.
