the Unexpressed Advantage

It's 7:18am. It's Saturday. I am awake.

Every so often (and especially on Saturdays) I wake up pretty early and somehow my brain has gone into what I like to call "morning crack mode". In this state I'll be pretty much wide awake but still in bed. It usually starts with some dream that I'm having, and then I wake up and have to reconcile the happenings of the dream with my actual reality. Occasionally this will put me in a state of sadness or mourn (if it's a bad dream), but more often it will put me in a state of contentment and optimism.

Then my brain, without my permission, will start writing a blog in my head. If I don't get up and start writing right away, which is usually the case, my brain will start thinking of various tasks that I could be doing in my upcoming free time (again, this is without my permission). I don't usually accomplish most of these tasks, but I feel compelled to do them. So I get out of bed and rush to my computer to try and write them down before I forget any. This is today's tasklist

• blog
• crop UC leadership pictures and post to website
• shower
• go buy bacon
• make a rediculously tasty and huge breakfast with said bacon
• start laundry for prom tonight

• give a little website love to draynet.com and universitychapel.org

  then

• gym – shower – school (for study)

  I'm not sure if this is some kind of unique way of using my one day off constructively, or if I'm just thinking of a really verbose and intricate way of procrastinating that last item, "study". Either way it gets me out of bed.

  I found today's dream pretty interesting. It seemed to start at the close of the events of my real life last night. In real life I went to a Nintendo WII / housewarming party at a colleague's new condo, and then met up with some really fun friends that I don't hang out with that often for a dinner at a really nice restaurant called Joey's. It was a super fun night. The WII is fantastic, I feel like my tennis skills are better than they have ever been, and dinner was great, as always with this crew. I had fish tacos (unwrapped) and the waitress thought we were all related even though a couple of the folks I don't even know them very well.

  The dream begins as I'm driving home from dinner. I'm going to put it in quote form to distinguish it from actual events.

  As I was driving home from dinner I stopped by the mailbox on the street next to my house to grab my mail. I wasn't in Vancouver though, I was back in Auburn and apparently living at my mom's house again. The mailbox wasn't in it's usual place either. It was farther down the street from my house, creating a good shortwalking distance between the two. When I pulled up I saw an old friend. A girl, actually, that I had been interested in a while back.

  Nothing happened between us, we went out once and it was pretty much a disaster; turns out that she was less interested in me than Britney is in remembering her kids' birthdays. Also there was another awkward issue that I won't go into detail about here, nothing major. I never talked to her again.

  Surprisingly, she was glad to see me and quite pleasant. We chatted a bit and then checked our mailboxes (she was checking hers too). When I opened my mailbox all that was inside was a stack of McDonald's breakfast sandwiches. I grabbed a couple and the two of us walked back to our respective houses. She lived on the same street a few doors down from my mom

  This girl does not really live next to my mom

  I remember thinking, "that was nice to see her", and then going in my house. Then I immediately turned around and walked out. I started skipping back to my mailbox (I had forgotten my car at the mailbox). As I skipped back by nondescript girl's (let's call her "Sandy") – Sandy's – house, she opened her door and skipped out. She told me that she had forgotten her car at the mailbox. We skipped back to the mailboxes, having a nice conversation. When we got there I looked into the mailbox and there were more McDonald's sandwiches. Some of them were quite a bit old, but some were still warm, so I grabbed a couple more of the warm ones.

  Any interpretations yet?

  At this point I noticed to the left that Kevin from The Office was checking his mail as well. He noticed me and began to comment on my Mcdonald's food. The three of us began to walk back toward our houses, but Sandy walked a little ahead of us. Kevin was walking a little behind me, and i remember being a bit frustrated because I didn't really want to talk to him but I did want to talk to Sandy more. Then Kevin from The Office wanted to talk about Sandy so I just resigned myself to talking to him and let Sandy get away. Then as I approached my house Kevin from The Office asked me if I'd had a pretty good night and I said, "Yeah, this is a pretty sweet night after all."

  Then I woke up. I have really weird dreams sometimes. Ok, always.

  Now I suppose it's time to jump on that tasklist. Or maybe I'll just go back to bed.