That’s me. And that tendency bit me in the ass this morning. Figuratively speaking.
I woke up about 4 a.m. and looked out my window. I saw the apartments on two sides of my building’s backyard, which is divided between a raised soil-covered area and a street-level gravel parking lot.
And then, when I fell asleep, I started dreaming that same view.
Except that each time I looked out the window – ignoring whatever dream-action involving, wait, no, I’m not going to tell you everything about the dream – the cars were arranged differently. First pointing this way, then that way, even perpendicular to how they’re usually parked, like they were being shifted by a skyscraper-sized kid playing with what he thinks are Hot Wheels.
And, me being me, I got annoyed that all this shifting might get my car unnecessarily scratched up, never quite thinking holy crap, why are frickin’ cars behaving like that? I’m accepting it like reality…which made waking up today, um, a challenge. Dreams and reality? A little too close together for a bit.
So I’m not surprised I overslept. Or that I buckled down and got Starbucks at work. To paraphrase Douglas Adams, I needed a dose of solid reality.
Not a bad day today, but I really hope I sleep well tonight.