Evidently I need to tell myself every evening that ‘tomorrow I will listen to my body’, because my alarm went off at 5:30, I woke right up, decided to stay in bed another 10 minutes, was confused and tired at 6 when Ted got up, and proceeded to have another 60 minutes of weird but horrible dreams.
My first dream was that I was on a very huge rock that doesn’t exist out at the edge of the inlet. It was slanted at about a 40 degree angle and I was lying upside-down on it and afraid I was going to fall off. Then it turned into a dream where Ted was trying to seduce me but paused in the beginning of it to tell me my hair looked childish, which I reasonably took offense to. Furthermore, I kept falling asleep during this sequence (made obvious because I would periodically snore, and I was semi-lucid and could hear the snoring so it really threw me off). Shortly after that, I was at what was apparently my parents’ wedding (my parents were their current age and, so far as I could tell, had been married all along, but dreams don’t bother with that sort of detail), which was being arranged by Laura-whose-wedding-I-went-to-in-September’s *friends*, none of whom knew my parents and many, many of whom didn’t know me. The wedding was to be held on a beach. No one knew where the guy who was supposed to be performing the ceremony was. My mother was getting increasingly crabby.
At that point I got up, in self-defense.