Odd dreams, weird sleep, and surprises.

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No idea what all happened.  Sleep was like a surfing trip gone the way of noobs on the waves.  When I wasn't seemingly spinning out of control, left to right or head over heels, I was upside down or under water.  Hey, no complaints.  That's my gig.  It's what I do, loved to do anyway, until I broke.  Lord knows, unless you have rocks for bones, a thick skull, an cast iron stomach, and balls of various metals, you shouldn't go out and play with Doom.  Friend or foe matters little.  I play hard.  I'm still amazed just play didn't kill me.  Work was worse, but I was serious about it, mostly.  "Get that damn smirk off your face, Doom!  That coulda been a career ender!  ~  "I know!"  *grins*  Ah well.

I dreamed all throughout, it seemed.  The only thing I recall was backhanding folk.  I have used it, in serious situations, about nine times, or so the dream told me.  Mostly against surprise attacks.  It is a beautiful, elegant, and swift manner of dealing with, essentially, a bum's rush.  I breaks the lead or leads, stuns the assailant(s), and allows time to grab a defensive or offensive stance, depending on what looks most likely to succeed.  No time to consider which, instinct and experience will guide the thing.  As well, the backhand can be happily used on friends who have gone way over the line.  No real harm or foul, but a definite indication of limits.  Hmm, I guess I didn't dream about the two times I have received such.  It 'do' tend to get ones attention and cause one to... retool... rethink what one was doing or saying.  *bam!*  If done by someone respected, it is accepted.  Grudgingly, perhaps, at first.  But time allows wisdom, well, and the reset counter.  *BAM!*  Like I said, it doesn't hurt, not all that much.  It's the... notion of the thing.  Actually, the bible discusses when and how to deal with some people and situations using just such.  Oh?  Don't believe your friendly Doom?  Go, see, and be humbled.  *Bam!*  :)

I kept trying to wake, but it seemed so dark, so late, that I became... chagrined.  I didn't want to look at the time.  It seemed that it must be either way past afternoon and into early twilight, or overcast.  Neither of which was I prepared to handle.  So, back to sleep.  Two or three pseudo wakings, like the groundhog, but seeing it's shadow so scurrying back to slumbering.  There was some forms of guilt and shame, and sleep, it seemed, allowed me some temporary cover.  I knew it could not last, so started steeling myself for the eventual rise and price.  Even so, it took to rounds before I finally accepted fate.  I went to bed around... 3:30, 4:00, give or take.

Finally, I was... set to just take what of the day was to be had, consequences, the reasonable, the unreasonable.  At first I walked out into my cave world and... couldn't get a fix on what, exactly, this life stuff is all about.  What, exactly, is it, that I am supposed to do?  Bathroom, of course.  That's always a good place to... get a handle on things.  Sorry ladies, just a man's thing in this instance.  While in there, since flow is limited, there is time to gather wits and dispel gloom?  Something like that.  I still simply returned to the bedroom to try to find my cause célèbre(s) du jour.  It, or they, weren't there.  But I didn't notice the clock.  Just a wee after noon?

Gah!  I had spent the last half of my sleep long in the mouth because I thought I had missed some things and blown a day!  And, after it all, I was awake about exactly when I thought I should have been.  Never mind.  Foolishness.  I'll figure it out before long.  Though, truth be told, until the day I die I will stumble blindly on nothing, from time to time.  And, for more truth be told, I sort of... enjoy it now and again.  Keeps me humble.  And the Lord knows I need that.

Well, on to... something.  Later.