Nothing like sleeping forever

While it was fun to play more SWTOR, I'm annoyed that I slept so much. And my dreams left me a little cranky; someone or other was trying to assassinate this little girl I was looking after, but I also was evidently running some sort of contest to sculpt or draw a certain set of characters from some story I'd written. One of the entrants made robotic creatures, tiny and bronze, that flew around. There were bloody battles and a weird mountain path to a cabin, and when I woke up, it felt more real than the reality-- so I kept trying to remember when the deadline for the contest was and what I was going to do about that responsibility. It took about five minutes for me to realize I have no such responsibility, while the cat looked on in an effort to get me to go back to sleep (again).

Mrr.

There may or may not have been erotic connotations to do with an old classmate of mine from high school. I did dream she lived next door on a slightly altered version of my old home street, and she kept walking around in a revealing bathrobe, haughtily reminding me that I needed to keep the little girl in mind if I didn't want to fail her and wake up to find her dead. I'm a trifle weirded out! But only a little.

Need to do productive things today. Too bad my everything is sore from sleeping in so many bad positions, apparently, though my neck suffered the worst of it.