Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

This morning I spent quite a bit of time drifting back and forth between asleep and awake when I wanted solid sleep, after being initially woken by impending-hairball sounds from nearby. And I spent a lot of time drifting in and out of dreaming, full dreams and dreamlets. Among those were:

• I dreamt that I got stuck in a narrow shaft and died from positional asphyxia;
• I dreamt that I successfuly defused a bomb from a distance by posting Javascript code on the Web.
• I dreamt that silmaril's mother found a video of silmaril as an infant, singing, already musical and already having a sweet voice, and she posted it, and I commented on it;
• I dreamt that I failed to defuse the bomb using Javascript (dream repeated with variations) and somebody died when it exploded;
• I dreamt that I finally got the code I was working on before I fell asleep to work, in a fugly but effective fashion that somehow resulted in my stray thoughts being inserted in a Gothic font;
• I dreamt that an ex-lover was tying me to the bed;
• I dreamt that I was getting a massage;
• and I dreamt that I had already posted this entry a few hours ago.

An ... uh, interesting ... combination of topics, but I think I would have preferred a more restful sleep-straight-through kind of sleep. (Not that I get that very often these days.)

Oddly, the shortest and least complete dreamlet, the baby video, is the one that has stayed most vivid in my memory after waking up the rest of the way.