This morning, at 6:45, I dropped my sister off at the GO Station so she could get to work.
This morning, at 6:45, it was 24 degrees Celsius but felt like 30 degrees Celsius with humidity.
Seeing as I was already up so early, I wanted to go for a run or do some form of exercise to work off the physical and mental impression the Pillsbury cookies left on me from Saturday night. But after checking the weather I just wanted to cry because how in the world does one breathe outside when it is seven in the A.M. and the humidity is only going to get worse?
So I decided to sleep for forty-five minutes, with an alarm set on my phone, and wake up feeling slightly better to go on a run.
My alarm goes off – I shut it up.
For the next eight minutes I fall back asleep and have the most absurd dream ever.
I’m pretty sure I’ve blogged about my dreams before because they’re hella strange.
In this one, I open my eyes but it hurts to keep them open – like when you’re first waking up and you have to blink a couple of times to get yourself up. But my eyes refuse to stay open, and when I try moving my limbs, I can feel the bedding underneath my fingers but I can’t move my head or my eyes to see what I’m feeling. My eyes were just fixed on the curtain in my room, slightly open as I left it before I fell asleep.
Everything felt crazy realistic. I kept thinking I was getting up and doing things around the house by the touch under my hands but my eyes were continually fixed on the white curtain.
I could hear wind outside and it looked like it was getting darker. I instantly thought there was going to be a tornado and I had to get to the basement yet I still couldn’t move.
Or, I was moving but I couldn’t tell because my vision was stuck on one memory?
I thought someone had snuck into my house and drugged me – this thought reducing me to tears and heavy breathing.
The next thing that gave me the clue I was dreaming was my Dad coming into the room and touching my foot like he always does to wake me up.
Side note: my Father was not home today for that to be possible.
I can’t recall what he was saying to me, but it sounded angry – something to do with getting out of bed?
And so, I finally wake up and can’t tell if this is reality or not.
Actually, I still can’t, that’s why I’m blogging about it.
Karma’s a bitch, let me tell you. If I hadn’t decided to go back to sleep and just sucked it up and gone on my run, I wouldn’t have dreamt that, making me not want to go on my run whatsoever now.
I hope Michelle calls me soon to hang out because this weather drives me insane when I’m by myself.