August 19th, 2002

duke-juggle

Oversleeping

I feel quite good right now. You know that lovely feeling you have when you've mostly caught up on your sleep, and feel all refreshed and ready to face a new week? Unfortunately the only reason I have it is because I overslept this morning.

Last night I was very tired, so very sleepy, and I went to bed early. In fact, I fell asleep even before I went to bed, when I was trying to convince myself that I was reading not sleeping. Eventually I woke up enough to turn off the lights and get ready for bed, then back to sleep I went.

I failed to set my alarm. I'm supposed to start work at 9am, and that's right around the time I woke up without my alarm going off. I was still so tired though, I couldn't work up any sort of panic about my lateness. I looked at the clock, realized I was supposed to be at work, realized my alarm hadn't been set, thought to myself "I should hurry and get going", rolled over into my pillows, got more comfortable, and fell back asleep.

My subconscious mind is a scary being with its own agenda. It wanted to get more sleep, so it kept my consciousness from truly waking up and realizing I was late. It did this with a work-related dream. If I'm dreaming I'm at work, then I won't be worrying about the fact that I'm actually sleeping during business hours, right?

So I happily and comfortably nestled in my pillows, dreaming about work, getting later and later. I woke up again around 10am. At least this time I scrounged up enough will-power to get out of bed, although I was still sleepy and could easily have closed my eyes yet again. My cats started trying to get my attention, wanting petting and food. I told them, "Maybe if you'd woken me up 2 hours ago I'd have time for you." I threw some clothes on, threw some things together quickly, and made it to work by 10:30. Yikes! I'm not known for my promptness, but that's pretty darn late, even for me!


Oh, and speaking of dreams, I had a strange one over the weekend where C was buying flowers, yellow roses, at an outdoor fair, and I thought they were for me, but it turned out he was buying them for somebody else and it made me sad. So I told him about it when I woke up, and he apologized. I love it when people apologize for things they do in my dreams, because it's such a ridiculously silly-sweet thing to do.