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My, wasn't that a pleasant evening.

Wide awake and dreaming

The air is chill and damp at seven in the morning. Once again I slap the snooze button on the alarm clock, even though I know an extra nine minutes is useless. Nine minutes of teasing the body back into slumber, just long enough to slip into sleep again, only to be wrenched out of it. My bed sheets are wrapped around me like a second skin, and I noticed the relative quiet of the morning. No screams from outside, just the pattering of rain. My back feels fine as well, either I slept on it differently, or the 222 I too before bed has muffled the pain. Further troubleshooting will be necessary. The morning train ride passes by in its usual blurry state. Eyes closed, head lolled to the side, eeking out any last drop of sleep before the "work" day begins. I can full out dream on the T now, in the little naps I take between stations. Dreams vivid enough to make me pause and wonder, did that really happen? The more fantastic elements of my dreams have faded lately, they have become more real, more plausible. It's not completely out of line that I'd find myself in a house, trapped with several other people, shooting at police officers who are trying to kill us. It must be a frame up, as I've done nothing that's worth getting killed over. Since I'm not in the desert anywhere, and have never picked up a pump action shotgun, I'm going to have to assume that was a dream.