It was a night that my mind decided was already over come about 12:10 a.m., when I woke up convinced that it was just before dawn and it was time to get up. Which I did. I also went to my closet and grabbed a sweatshirt because it was still a little cool and I'd want to be warmer. I turned on the computer -- I was about to write "On went the computer," but that would've implied it turned on by itself, and, well, no -- started to connect to the internet, and draped the sweatshirt on the back of the chair where I sit when using the computer. The sweatshirt is still there, yet unworn. Because then I saw that the time was definitely not just before dawn, except for a dawn that was happening in the Mid-Atlantic or on the easternmost edge of Brazil, in other words NOT HERE. And I figured out that no, I'd gotten to sleep around 10:30 last night, but had awakened from not-too-restful sleep right after midnight. And my tired mind was either seeing things ("Oh! The clock says 6:00!") or thinking things ("Oh! It's 6:00!") that weren't so.
My online comments in the middle of last night may have been especially odd. Now you know why.
I wasn't up and online that long; I'd figured out that really, my mind and my body actually wanted to sleep, and would if I gave it the chance, so I got offline and back into bed, warming up and reading more of Caitlin R. Kiernan's new novel The Drowning Girl: A Memoir -- which I'm powering through; I got past page 100 after starting just yesterday afternoon -- until the body was ready to sleep.
Then loopy dreams happened, too. Like a gravel-strewn yard somewhere in Industrial Portland where unwanted food carts go to rest, an argument with local writer/radio host Byron Beck over bisexuality, and getting buzzed by what looked, from a distance, like giant B-2 bomber-like flying wings that flew and loop-de-looped over Portland and which, when they got closer, turned out not to be huge but about the size of dinner plates. And which could fly into the ground and fly back out like nothing had happened.
Oh, and apparently a member of my family is an honorary Jewish person. Don't ask me how I decided that, but my dream-mind found that important.
I was able to stay in bed until after it was dawn here, not more than halfway across this hemisphere. Maybe I'm awake and ready for the day. MAYBE. Oh, and I'll spend the day at the Stumptown Comics Fest. I wonder if that's going to feel dream-like, too.