weird day

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I woke up on the stroke of seven for no discernible reason. I puttered and blogged and sipped coffee. I made a call about a prescription hassle and then got a call that it was resolved and would be waiting for me at the pharmacy. I decided to even bathe before going to town, except I didn't make it to the shower. A nap took me. Laid me out and clocked me. I spent the whole time dreaming that my mother had moved me to a new house and dumped me and my stuff there and left. I was paralyzed with sleep on a mattress on the front room floor of my new house. Except there were people already living there. They expected me, but didn't expect to have to wait so long while I was sleeping. I didn't expect them. There were lots of them, and rooms and rooms and rooms and rooms and rooms. I thought I must be dreaming and checked that yes I was dreaming, except the check was a dream too because I was back on that mattress on the floor of a strange house where my mother had dumped me, and I felt myself slowly sliding off the edge of it, thinking it was lucky I only had a few inches to fall. It was completely unacceptable to be in that house full of so many strangers. All women, from little girls to old ladies. So many rooms.

Now I'm completely befoggled. I'm pretty sure I'm not asleep anymore, but I'm pretty sure it's too late to go get my pills.