sometimes being awake is weirder

i didn't have any dreams on wednesday night.

i'm housesitting for some friends. they have a huge dog and they live in a less-than-safe area of town. they don't have a door knob on the front door... just a deadbolt.

usually i'm pretty comfortable in their house, what with the huge dog and all.

but wednesday night, after going to bed incredibly late anyway (i was watching El Dorado with John Wayne. I wasn't watching it with John Wayne. But he was in it.) i thought i heard someone trying to break into the house. that was at 1:09 a.m.

i blew off the noise as my imagination, but then about five minutes later i heard it again. for sure this time. and then a few minutes later i saw a strange light in the hallway. 

it doesn't help that the dog is so big that he moves like a person. i hope you know what i mean by that.

anyway, the end result was that i spent the rest of the night, or at least a good chunk of it, with a large axe handle and my cell phone in the bed with me, alternating staring at the ceiling, the clock and the open door.

so i didn't get the chance to dream anything crazy.

phone number dream

in my dream last night i was with a person with whom (ugh. "with" twice in four words. not good) i almost never spend time in my waking life, although I did see her this weekend, so that might explain her presence last night.

anyway i was with her and her phone rang. she looked at it for a moment and said something about not knowing the number, then held it out for me to look at (as people do). the number was 777-717-7771. not terribly creative, i know, but i was dreaming and i'm not sure i can control that.

i grabbed the phone from her and tried to answer it but missed the call. "i know that number," i said. "i know who that is." then i sat and wracked my brain trying to remember who it was. I knew it was someone who had called me or another of my companions earlier in the day. i knew it was someone i didn't particularly like (i didn't dislike them either, i just didn't particularly like them) and i knew it was important for them to get hold of me, but i didn't know why. it seems like it had something to do with church.

anyway i repeated the number to myself several times and that's when the strange thing happened. i woke up. i looked at the clock. 5:45(ish). and i lay awake for several minutes repeating the number to myself and trying to figure out who the heck it was. i promised myself i would remember who the caller was and call them back later in the day.

i went back to sleep for a while, dreamed something else, got up, got ready for work and it wasn't until pretty much just now that i realized the number wasn't real. it was a dream. no one with an extremely uncreative phone number needs me to call them back today. duh.

from now on....

this blog will be dedicated solely to weird dreams i have. and since jessica grant is the only one who will ever read it most likely, that'll be totally fine.

finally

for the longest time i have been unable to log into this account. it appears that i may be back...

oh for crying out loud

six comments?

i lost my password guys. sorry. couldn't remember it. stupid google.

alright give me a break this is a weird time.

while you're thinking about that, think about this.

deceptions will abound

what the...

i made it almost the entire month of january without posting. jeez. lame

almost every day...

i get up, walk across the room, hit snooze on my alarm and go back to bed...

every. six. minutes. for an hour and a half.

restful? not so much.