never mind that stuff from before because tomorrow I don't care

It was finally a stressful dream that later in life I will say changed everything. I'd say that it opened my eyes, but that is just too cliché. Because it really happened. Trouble sleeping was my problem, I would like to add in that future conversation with I don't know, some large magazine reporter (we'll say the Rolling Stones just to move on). But I didn't have the normal sleeping problem. Everyone that has a problem getting enough sleep please look away. I got too much sleep. With nothing to do you'd think that would be okay. It was for a while. I caught up on sleep, but then over did it. It was an addiction, one I couldn't control. You're thinking, oh you don't have a problem. Look at the rest of us with our problems. No. Fuck that. My blog, my old problem. Suck it.

Right, so slept too much. I would have the miraculous ability to operate my cell phone, working as my three alarms, in such a way to make all the alarms turn off. I still don't know how I did it. But off it would go and back to sleep I would go. My day became a short afternoon and evening event, often missed. I would stay up late in the night to get my fix of hours for the day. That didn't help. I'd just sleep later.

So what did I do? you ask (or really it's the reporter. Go along with this). How can I help all those people with the same problem? Get something to do. A job or something that means that you have to get up. But that isn't what happened to me. I had a stressful dream. Not a bad dream. Just tough. Let me explain.

I had recently gotten a job that I'd applied for not long ago (not in real life). I was going through some training with everyone and man was it boring. I remember there was a bathroom/locker room that I'd learned was coed after doing half of my business that morning. But the training was a mix of things you'd probably learn in all your classes the first year of college. I distinctly remember learning about several different bunching of countries in Europe being called the big three or something similar. None of the countries were bigger than Rhode Island I'd say. I was ridiculously thirsty, having done some exercises the day before, but not being able to remember what I did. I was approached by this supervisor whom was worried about my retention of the topics discussed. Apparently, I was suppose to learn the countries and names of the grouping. But it was lunch time so I took off. Turns out I was in Chicago. I think it was the University of Chicago where this was happening. But I left and began running to find some food until I realized I went the wrong way or something and needed to get back. Really short lunch. Also, at this time it became clear to me that if I were to have a girlfriend, we'd be able to have a super power. (what the hell does that even mean?) A friend of mine and his romantic companion could turn greenish and do something. I can't remember now. Another friend of mine and his "better half" could turn to stone. Unfortunately, he didn't know and turn to stone in front of a bus, which knocked him over and he broke. It was okay though. He turned back fine. Just had to have the pieces touching. So I decide to go back. Only I don't remember where it was. I remember a Gordon Street very familiar (in the dream). Couldn't find it. Chicago in my dream was built on a mountain. A friend then glided down on a parachute next to the road where I was. I told him my predicament. We began to run looking for it. That's when I tried to use my phone to locate where I had to go. And then I woke up. But after having been able to work my phone in my dream.

Bam. 8 o'clock. Couldn't go back to sleep. I tried. So I'm up. And I found a new leaf. Thought I might turn it over. You know, see what might be on the side.

LQ