A Dream

In a bizarre twist of fate, I dreamed last night that I was lying awake in bed unable to sleep. In my dream, I was lying in my very own room on my bed surrounded by my things. But I was just lying there not able to sleep and thinking to myself over and over again, "But I have to teach tomorrow morning! I need my sleep!" I dreamed that I rolled over, flipped my pillow to the cool side (does anyone else do that?), and adjusted my covers. But nothing worked.

And then I woke up. In those few minutes after a dream when you think that everything in the dream actually happened, I sat up, frustrated at my lack of sleep. Then, realizing that I had just woken up, I calmed down and went back to sleep only to dream the same thing again.

This time was a little different though. One by one, old friends of mine from high school stopped in saying things like, "Since you can't sleep, I thought I'd drop by to visit," and we would have little discussions (about what, I do not remember), they standing next to my bed and me lying there looking up at them. As one would leave, another entered, keeping me company until my alarm woke me up (a welcome sound, for once, as waking up made things significantly less confusing).