Awake so early!

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A few minutes shy of 6:30.  I have been waking in the 10:00 to 11:00 range for a while now.  Down around 20:30, which is also rather typical.  I didn't want to get up.  Well, did and didn't.  I struggled to either wake or get back to sleep from 6:00 on.  Didn't really come to a conclusion, merely couldn't get back to sleep and was pretty sure it wasn't possible.  Just lying in bed is painful, for me, if awake.  Is that normal?

Medicine, blood test, bp in an hour.  Not feeling well.  Aches and pains everywhere around the torso, with a heaping helping of exhaustion... just not the kind which can be transferred to sleep.  The miserable sort of weariness which just oppresses one right down to the bones.  It might melt off in a bit.

Lots of dreams the last few days.  I'll cut them down, keeping the idea as intact as possible.
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Two nights ago, I took my deceased friend to a barber... from a time when he was still living.  He got it cut way down, and tried to get me to get mine short... to what I call a mission cut.  I refused.

Yesterday night...

The first one.  I was driving by a granary when the weather changed.  As well, something was attacking through the weather.  Vehicles were being tossed, even filled grain trucks, so I got out.  I had déjà vu, and knew what to do, short term.  I called as many to me as I could, told them to follow me if they wanted to live.

Most did.  Of those who remained and within sight, all were killed.  Those who followed but too slowly also died.  The rest of us made that initial sprint, took a break, then took a few more sprints and breaks.  That dream ended as we were taking shelter for the night.  The town looked to have been destroyed.  We were going from cribbage to barn to house.

In the next one, a friend from longer ago invited me for a visit.  A Christmas and New Year celebration.  By New Year, I was exhausted, so didn't go with him and the others.  I couldn't sleep though.  So I cleaned his place.  I knew he had worked to make the place nice.  I had tried to keep it that way, but it had gotten rougher.  He was amazed.

Last night...

The first dream was similar to the one in which an attack took place, only I was in an army unit which happened to be driving by the coop.  I wasn't ranking, but through attrition (from the attackers and probably created weather) I became senior.  This time the enemies were id'ed.  They looked like grasshoppers.  They may have been mechanical.  There were also larger, definitely mechanical, other attackers.  The grasshopper things could bore right through a man in moments, and they were in a massive swarm.  It, to, ended with the town destroyed and my group, which hooked up with another group, settling in for the night.

The other one was about a one night stand.  Started out innocently enough.  I was looking for a man's earring.  I went to a shopping mall, then to Penny's or such.  I didn't really know where to start.  She was there.  She looked a bit frumpy, a bit faded, wearing a white two-piece skirt suit.

When I made my request, she made an off-hand insinuation.  I mocked and rejected her in the same response.  When her attention was gained, and here attitude correct, I explained it was a wedding present for a friend.  One of the bikers (riceburner type, as opposed to the Harley crew) I knew.  She then became pleasant, tried to help.

She was probably 30, or close.  I wasn't even close.  She asked if we could do lunch.  I suggested it depended what exactly that was, and about walked away.  I was clear what sounded good, if I didn't think it would happen.  It was available and did happen. I don't remember how it all came about.  She was late back to work.

She seemed frumpy, but was actually quite slim.  Looking back, she was probably required to dress down, so as to not put off the heavy set clientele.  The first two times were good, but that last time, she was really trying to get pregnant.  I had learned enough about women by then.  Yeah, she was one I had forgotten.  No, I never went back.  I never really liked this method, felt unclean, wrong.  And I had much younger women available.  For as much as I liked sex, I really wasn't all that into it. It just... happened... a lot.  I'd still like it, just not three times a day... usually.

Later.