I think it's the impending cold weather and well maybe the borderline depression that has me convinced that a mid-morning nap is absolutely necessary. I've never really been one to analyze dreams but when one comes around that is a blaring 'wake up call' you tend to take notice.
For instance...today, crammed into a 45 minute nap I dreamt the following:
Living in an apartment with no door and only muslin curtains for walls.
Left on a train where my seat was a toilet and I had diarrhea as I ate Asian fruit from a can...and there was a full car of passengers seated behind me.
On my way back to my island themed apartment...I took a bike. On the interstate no less. Only to be joined by my high school guidance counselor in a Nissan Altima packed with her grandkids wanting to know about my life.
When I get back to my apartment there's a small child lurking around. One that I should have been caring for and totally neglected. And security cam footage of my bed which had been soiled by orgies of all my past lovers during the time that I was gone. So...am I the neglected kid in this scenario? I wish.
I think I'm about two crazy emails and an ASPCA commercial from being nothing but a pulsating heart. Frazzled nerves abound. But diarrhea on a train!? Come on subconscious, cut me some slack.
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