One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy

No recall in the first half of the night on account of alcohol. Woke up and was anxious about stuff. Wrote in my journal for a while and watched a movie. Went back to bed, tried to WILD for about an hour. Got really close but eventually gave up. Turned on my side and spent another hour trying to sleep.

1028: D. My eyes are closed and I'm listening to Lance talk. He says, "Sumit isn't taking the union very seriously." I mutter something about not caring. He continues, "What, you don't support the trinity in India?"

I open my eyes. I'm lying on a bed in what looks like a college dorm room with a couple other beds and furniture. There's a window behind me with morning sunlight shining dimly through. The door is at the far end of the room. I don't see anyone. I'm lying on my stomach, propped up on my elbows. I think about what Lance said. What union? What is this "trinity" he's talking about? How did we get on this topic of conversation? Wait, how did I get here? Wasn't I just trying to sleep? I think I'm dreaming.

I think to do a nose plug but my arms don't move. Hmm, strange. I look down at my hands and intent to to rub them. My arms are paralyzed! They are stiff with my wrists together as if in handcuffs. My fingers are interlocked. With great effort I think I manage to barely wiggle a finger. I panic. Dreams starts to fade. Damn it, no! My mind scrambles. As my view goes black I manage to yell "Stabilize!". But it's too late. End.

On waking up, I was lying on my side. I noticed this as unusual because I almost always wake up on my back. I had one arm under the pillow and the other pinned under my body. It seems plausible that the position of my real body was affecting my dream body. I remained still for several seconds, hoping to re-enter. But I could feel I was too awake because I was upset about the botched dream.