everyday things change

So I had one of those walking down the street naked dreams this morning. Except for the fact that I wasn't actually walking down the street naked. Somehow my bed had managed to migrate its way down to BR during the night and I had lost all my clothes while it did so. (maybe I had to push it down there and just got too warm) So when I woke up, which it definitely wasn't morning time anymore, I was going to get out of bed only to realize that I had no clothes 0n, and more importantly, that I was at a store at least 15 miles from my clothes. And there were definitely people walking by the front of the store. At perfectly spaced intervals to make getting out of bed impossible without being seen.

And then I woke up. And looked at my door fully expecting to, indeed, be sleeping in the mall. Thankfully I was still in my room at home.

Maybe I shouldn't have gone in to work there early yesterday. And definitely shouldn't have stayed late. Or maybe it was the Mongolian egg rolls I ate at like midnight. Think those definitely may have possibly contributed to the strangeness...

But it would cut down my commute time a ton if I just started sleeping there...

And now it's time to work again.


music: "Ants Marching" -- Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds