D R E A M S

I've been having fitful sleep lately. Waking at odd hours, or at multiple times throughout the morning. Racecar has been sleeping in his own bed beside mine sometimes when I wake up. I guess I may be thrashing as well. This morning I let myself sleep pretty late, succumbing to dreams. I don't remember most of any of the dreams, and they're all disconnected, but I remember fragments.

I first awoke around 4 a.m. from what seemed a nightmare. I awoke with a start. Whatever woke me was instantly out of my consciousness. My throat was parched so I went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. Racecare merely watched, didn't get out of bed with me. I got back into bed and sat up against the wall against which my bed sits. I was pretty devoid of any sort of real thought. I was kind of vaguely aware of the fact that I was alone (in a profound way, not an obvious way) and that it was 4 a.m. and I must be having some sort of anxiety to be waking with a start.

In another dream, I was back in Raleigh. I don't remember any other thing about it beside some weird thing where badge or something with a sequence of three numbers or letters had some effect on one's appearance, kind of like an outfit. Like, "oh, you're wearing the 3gc again today, that works for you."

In another dream, I was walking with a group of children. They were somehow under my care. Like I was a teacher or a camp counsellor. We were walking through twilight toward the home of this woman. She owns all these antiques and she has a habit of giving them away. Somehow, all the children disappear. The woman reminds me that she gave me a sculpture of a pig that was owned by the aunt of Franklin Roosevelt and if it ever "got out" that she owned it..."well, who would want to protect this information?"

In yet another, someone decided to make a live-action zombie game on the grounds of a large school campus. Zombies were everywhere, attacking students. People were running around the building (we were in a very large dorm). I remember only a few things about this as well. I hid on top of some arcade games in a game room, but decided I wasn't hidden enough. I remember jumping down a half-flight of stairs and executing a flying kick into a zombie. I also vaguely remember this part where I was strapped in by a bunch of cables which enabled me to jump around a room really light-footedly.

Thinking of that now, it reminds me of a dream I had last week where I was at this lake resort. There's this huge pole in the center of the lake, to which is attached a rope. I'm on waterskis and something is propelling me forward and I go over a ramp and am launched into the air and sort of soar up and down through the air. I love dreams where I'm in some sort of freefall.

Brian posted at 11:55 AM.