The dream of the three beds

I woke up this morning and wanted to check my press. My DVD press, that is. But which one?, I thought. See, I have three DVD presses at work. Therefore, I must sleep in three beds, one next to each of the three presses. Or so goes the logic of the hypnopompic state.

I've had dreams like this before. Once my bedroom was transformed into a chunk of a factory, with the corner dresser and the TV on top of it turned into an production line. (I believe the dream-factory was more like the TV faceplate factory where I used to work in the Summer during college, but I had this dream shortly after I started working in the CD Plating department fifteen and a half years ago.) Once I had a very long and complicated dream that involved my mother, my aunt, a bus trip to Wilmington, Delaware - which was also New York City and Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania - , overlooked magazine stores scattered throughout Nanticoke (I could take you to the locations if you'd like), and a series of CD Plating tanks set up in my aunt's garage (which, as far as I know, has never housed a car, or a CD Plating line for that matter.)

I'm sleeping better lately, falling asleep more easily, waking up less often in the middle of the night, waking up at 3:00 sharp on the first beats of Lauren's song "45". I think I'm managing my exhaustion better and regimenting my limited after-work time in a more efficient and less-stimulating way. I still get only about five and a half hours of sleep on any given workday.

Tomorrow is my last day for this shift. After that there's some lawn mowing to be done, some motor oil that needs changing, and a growing list of major appliances that need to be purchased. Oh, I should pay a bill before I go to bed tonight - otherwise it might get there late. Can't have that.

Anyway. Hope all is well with you. I'm spiraling in.