Be Not Awake

It's not often that I wake from sleeping in the middle of the night. (That I remember anyway) Even more rare that it happens in the middle of a dream and on top of that a dream I can remember fragments of......

DREAM:
Dark. Winding streets and a big hill. The only people I can clearly remember being in the dream are Eddy and Austin. Eddy isn't a hard person for me to fathom because I talk to him almost everyday, but Austin is off because we've never really been "friends" just more acquaintances and I don't have any type of regular contact with him. So even stranger that in the dream we're fooling around. Eddy was in a part of the dream where I finally was in a house and snooping around different parts of it because I thought people were NOT home. The section that he was in had several other people in beds, but they were all covered in think comforters so that I couldn't see anyone and I only knew it was Eddy under one of the comforters because of his voice. When I woke from the dream I had that familiar feeling of searching or looking. I was not out of breath. I was not sweating or feeling like I was running like I would from a bad dream. I don't think I've ever woken from a good dream. I seem to remember others in the dream that at the moment their purpose is falling into that waking fog. Maybe I'm just horny and my brain latched on to whatever it could to display the obvious. Maybe my loneliness connected with Austin's isolation in Reno. DREAM OVER.


So anway... 4:44am, awake with a hard-on and no one to share it with. Three and a half hours I'll be on the road to work. So far, so good with the 2nd job. But really.... how could it be bad yet? I haven't been there long enough to get bored. Give me another couple weeks. (And hopefully by then the extra cash will be such a stimulating addition to my existence that boredom alone will not kill it.)