One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy

1700: Afternoon WILD nap attempt. I slept but no dream recall. It had an effect on my sleep during the night. Zeo shows that my deep sleep periods happened late in the night instead of early.

0025: Sleep

0700: B. I'm playing a computer game with Hugh. It's a real time strategy game where the map folds around like a paper origami cube.

Then some old high school people join and we start playing soccer, but we're calling "football". They aren't friends. They are the group that hated me. We are playing inside an old abandoned two-story house. The people what to punish me for some reason so they put me on the team with all be bad players. We are defended a goal in the upstairs of the house, so I tell my team to defend the stairs. The other team is trying to get the ball up the stairs. I steal the ball from a girl and body check her. She falls down the stairs. She is hurt and bleeding from the mouth, but not too bad. I'm not apologetic but everyone else is upset and confronts me. I say that a real soccer player could have handled a hit like that, so it's her fault.

We stop playing and sit on some old couches in the abandoned house. I'm sitting between two girls. The girl I hurt is on my right. She is still upset but not seriously hurt. People are talking about how mean I am. We talk:

Girl: "My problem is you and your problem is me."
Me: "I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one."
Girl: "OMG, I can't believe you just said that."
Me: "It's a Jay-Z song."
Girl: "Yeah, I know that."
Me: "My problem is me. I am my own problem."


0810: C. I start with a false awakening. I am immediately skeptical. I'm in my own room. I look around and it's fairly convincing. The light outside is late afternoon. That's pretty strange. Also, the window blinds are horizontal when they should be vertical. Nose-plug-check, confirmed. Now I notice there is a girl in my bed, to the right. She is just waking up too. We are both under the covers but not touching. I see she has on a blue polo shirt. She is young, maybe 16. She has long straight brown hair with bangs. I ask "Who are you?" She starts talking but I'm not really listening. She's saying something about the neighbors. I'm just staring at her trying to notice details. She has brown eyes and freckles. I'm inching toward her, but not sure what my plan is. The dream starts to fade. I realize that I should have stabilized earlier and I just feel dumb. Dream ends.