Matryoshka dream

For post 200 I thought I would talk about something other than work, my crazy mom or my sister's dog.

I had a dream where I was being hurdled around like a rag doll. From an outside observer's perspective, I could see my body being tossed around like a marionette. Over plains and through valleys, some unseen torrent was sending me to an unknown destination. The only thought I had running through my head was that I had to keep my kind clear of any stray thoughts. I was not allowed to take the time to mull over and enjoy/comprehend all that I was seeing. If for but one moment I stopped just experiencing what I was seeing and tried to control it just once, it would have all shattered and crumbed away to nothing.

All of a sudden I woke up. My head was resting on a park bench with face was laying inside a magazine which I had warped with the drool that had run freely from my mouth. Still groggy from this semi-coma I found that my surrounding were not a park at all but a bench that had been transplanted indoors into a crampt, bussling bookstore. I had no idea how I had gotten there nor where exactly I was.

After that, I woke up again. In my bed, staring down at me where several fuzzy red blobs. I moved in closer to find that they revealed the time to be 4:30am and I had work in the morning.