Blech

So last night was not fun at all. Tried (unsuccesfully) to stay awake for Eric's radio show at 2am, but caved at quarter after one. (I could have made it til 2, but then I would have had to stay awake until the show ended, which wasn't til 3.)

Then I had horrible dreams all night long. I woke up at one point crying because the in dream I'd had, I had lost my brothers, and I was so scared. I found them before I woke up, but thats when I started to cry because I had been so scared and was holding it back while I had been searching for them. Of course, they managed to get lost in the space of "3 city blocks" (Cambridge street and Dublin, Cork and a magical one I imagined in between them) that, in the dream, were about the equivalent to the size of New York City. Those boys sure are talented.

Now I'm starting to wonder if I really woke up at all though, because I either woke up, cried and went straight back into dreaming (this time that I was locked in a small room) or, I could have dreamt I woke up and cried, and then really, it was part of the dream. I'm all muddled up, and have watched Waking Life too many times lately.

Now I don't want to do anything at all because I feel blah and poorly rested, so I started reading Harry Potter again. Hee hee.