I had the weirdest night of sleep last night. As you guys know, I dream a lot. I would dream so much I wake up feeling like I haven’t slept at all. I would dream so lucidly Brandon had to wake me up because I was screaming.
But last night, I dreamed. And I dreamed. And I dreamed. I remembered waking up many times between stories, rolled over and started a new one.
I remembered dreaming about being back at Mater Dei, which I do often, but the building just wasn’t the same. I ran into my teacher who was surprised to see me. “Weren’t you in the US? What are you doing at school today?” I was lost in the new building it seems, so she took me back to where my friends were lining up to get back upstairs and start the afternoon session.
I remembered walking through a mall with my mom, shopping as always, and then I turned to ask her, “Wait a minute. Aren’t you supposed to be gravely ill?” She looked at me quizzically, “What on earth are you talking about?”.
I remembered a plot for a romantic comedy I will write someday. LOL. Something about a girl with these 3 guys in her life. The story was taken place at a wedding, I wasn’t sure if it was where everything started or where it was about to conclude. I didn’t get to finish that dream.
Well, those were the three I remembered…vaguely. The Mater Dei one I remembered most vividly. The wedding I only remember the plot line. And the one with mom leaves that lingering feeling, almost deja vu-ish.
The point of that is, even with all the dreaming I did last night, I was up at 8:30, bright eye and bushy tail.
I just had the BEST sleep I’ve had in the past few weeks.
Perhaps I should credit AIDS Walk Long Beach for the 5K I walked earlier that morning (by the way, we raised $1,550!!!), followed by an afternoon of cupcake making, and a graduation dinner of fantastic Northeaster Thai food with loads of sticky rice. According to Thai people, sticky rice has the same effects as Thanksgiving turkey, it tends to make you sleepy. I could barely keep my eyes open when we got to the dinner already and once my belly was full, it was all the harder.
And then, there was my night cap of a shot of Limoncello on ice.
My Italian Yellow Fairy + exhaustion probably got me to sleep and dream like I did.
The sleep was truly needed. We have to get to Justin’s mom’s wake at 11 so I’d better go wake up Brandon and finish my cupcakes.
And I am T-3 days to go home…