kaleidoscopic nap

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A nap took me. I had arisen at the brisk early hour of 7am, and was cooking on all my cylinders until a nap overtook me like a train. Dreaming flowed like oil from the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico and spread out all over the cosmos, leaving shimmery glops of irksome things floating, clinging to asteroids and dripping from moons.

I was in a motel, where I had to live during the week and go see my mother on the weekends. I was saving my biggest and fanciest circus coffee mug in favor of using another really cool one that was missing. I was going to mention this to the clerk, who kept shooing her friends off whenever I came near, but then I realized that the cup hadn't been mine to begin with, and come to think of it, where did I get the circus mug I was purposely not using?

Out in the parking lot, near the main boulevard, I gazed down the street and wondered why I didn't just stay home during the week instead of doing this motel, save money, but whose money? This was evidently the wrong sort of thing to bring up because it shot me back to my house and to my bed, where I kept thinking I was awakening from a loudly snoring nap to a darkened world, and strange men, old hippies, friends of Dave's, were taking turns acting like old friends of mine and irritating me badly. They didn't like each other either. I ran out into some cramped alley where children were being taken to go for a swim but were complaining it was too cold for that and wanted to go back inside and eat. There was a duck's storyline in there and I had to come back in my house, but went off to see 86 at the bottom of a long triangular driveway for a moment, I flew back over 86 and the kids and the duck and came back home. Dave's friends took turns appalling me affably and my house kept filling up with guy stuff, mostly electronics and everything had been flipped to the other side of its room and stacked up in that squared off pile of crap way men arrange their homes. I have thought I was awakening from this nap probably thirteen times already, even when I'm talking to someone, but I'm still in it, and trying to get my computer hooked up to some salient cord with the proper hardware on its tip and just as I'm managing it, Dave has arrived and is telling me my computer is now going to fill up with one of the friends' screens because he finds it easier to work on it this way. And sure enough, some alien screenscape comes up and I'm about to burst an aneurysm when I realize AGAIN this is a dream and I so REALLY oughta wake up from it.

I mean, I guess it was clear why I'd been doing the motel thing.

The only good thing I can report about all this discomfiting dreamage is that I was a particularly not overheating kind of irked at any of it, but not having it either. I finally did actually wake up from the dream, with the ducks of my life on my mind, and then just got out of bed at no moment I thought of and here I am reporting it.

The sunny day is now overcast and not quite so cold. So it will probably be pouring right about the time I'm ready to go out to the store.

Or not.

We just never can tell anymore.
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