Last night was not a good one. I drifted in and out and back into, some stage or sequel of the same unpleasant dream something like four or five times. I finally gave up on getting any further sleep and got up a half hour earlier than usual. I seem to recall growling at Alexa device when she attempted to wake me up at the pre-set time. I hope her memory is short.
It's not the first time I've had this experience, but it's usually reserved for times when I'm feeling ill.
Why can't the good dreams play out in that manner? I wouldn't mind being unable to escape the presence of my dream girl.
Edit on 4/8/22 to add: This was followed the next day by my most favorite of dreams. The ones where I wake up and don't have a clue what time it is and go into a panic thinking that I'm late for work, only to have it slowly dawn on me that I just arrived home from work, a few hours earlier.
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