monkeyking

I went to lay down and my ears were ringing very loudly. I fell asleep to some interesting hypnagogic images and strange concepts. It was about 1am. I was dreaming, but am unsure of what or for how long. I know that at about 2am the disabled man I work with overnight woke up and, as is his fashion, began breathing in and out of a harmonica and pacing the house.

dream/

I wake in a bed on the floor just like I normally do. I am about to get up and use the bathroom when a co-worker of mine peeks into the room and tells me it's time to get up. My client, "D" likes to go for van rides first thing in the morning. Irritated, I tell her that it is way to early to take d on a ride, and that it is against protocol to be up interacting for anything other than basic needs during sleeping hours. This is established to keep d from demanding rides and other play interactions at all times of the night, increasing the possibility that he become violent if things don't go his way at 4 in the morning. My co-worker informs me she only does this as a reward a couple of times a week. We argue back and forth for a few minutes and I hear D putting his shoes on. Irritated further by the sound of velcro straps I tell her I am going to make myself food first and d is going to have to wait. I go outside and reach into the glove box inside the van and grab 2 cellophane wrapped whole wheat ham wraps. As I'm walking back to the house I notice the facade looks like the front yard of the house I grew up in. D is running circles around things in the front yard and my co-worker is laughing. I comment that they should just keep doing this so I can go back to bed where I should be and walk into the house. I decide to go into the darkened utility room to prepare my food. I am planning on putting dressing on them, but as I open the wraps I realize that only 3 pieces of ham were on the wraps; no lettuce, tomato, nothing! Even more angry than before I start to put horseradish sauce and some funky cheese spread in a squirt bottle on the wraps. The cheese spread looks like someone took a block of cheddar and shoved it into the bottle and it began to break up. I begin wrapping the wraps in cellophane and they turn into triangle cut slices of cheddar and the sauce is all over my hands. I wrap them up tightly and hurry to the van in a terrible mood. 'It's too early for this shit' I think to myself. We ride around until almost sunrise in silence except for the harmonica. At some point I attempt to eat my saucy cheese slices but I can't get them unwrapped.

There is another long dream where I'm at a car dealership complaining about their virus software advertising. Then I'm running with an invisible partner through this crazy obstacle course. I fight some jerk in front of his friends and end up making him tap out to a sweet arm bar, and finally I get a ride in a truck to a place where my friends' stolen bikes are and take them to ABC bike shop, but the sun is just starting to rise and the shop is closed. I sit outside until the sun comes up and then wake for the day. I would write in more detail, but it's like 10 more pages and I just accidently erased my journal entry with those things in it's near entirety.