
So huh: bizarro dream last night. Crystal clear, too, as the cats woke me before I could drift into consciousness and lose it.
I was living with my parents again, and Mom had signed up with this aid organization to host families who were being given asylum. Most of them were single mothers with a horde of kids, and we had 21 people to settle in for the night. I was scrambling around trying to get them all set up in beds and sleeping bags and oops, out of room there, let's try... I ended up sharing my own room with two Indonesian pre-teen girls who took over my bed and kicked. Suddenly it was morning, or near enough, and while I hadn't slept in the dream per se, time had passed where I had been asleep.
Only it was 3 in the afternoon, Mom was taking everyone on a field trip to the local nursery (plant porn invades even my dreams!) and I had to call into work to tell them: oops, sorry, slept in, not going to make it, see ya tomorrow. Or some such excuse. I was worrying about how my boss would take it as I woke up, which made for a severe bit of disorientation until I figured that it was dark out because it was morning, not evening.