This morning, I woke up and felt like it was Christmas morning. I don't know what it was that made me feel this way. Maybe that it was cold in the house and I slept in pajamas for once. Socks too, actually! Maybe because I could hear rain outside--Christmas day always does seem quite dreery, after all. Maybe because I was excited about today being the last day of school. Maybe because I'm pretty happy with life in general right now. Regardless, I felt the urge to sleep in as late as possible. I was smiling in my sleep; it wasn't a groggy sleep-in. It was a "Life is good; work can wait" sleep-in. I kept sleep-walking over to my alarm clock and then bounding back to my bed, under the covers, away from whatever cold was chasing me back there, nipping at my heels--sock-ed heels I might add--along the way. Antywhays, after about the fifth time I hit snooze, I started dreaming, I suppose. I was talking to some person that was supposedly a fairly good friend (but a kind of annoying, endearing one, I think). They asked me, "Do you know of any way to like, get ready in ten minutes? Like, I need to get ready, but I just want to sleep in the mornings sometimes, ya know? Do you have anything you do?" I remember feeling both a surge of pride and excitement as I mentally prepared my dissertation (How interesting! Funny you ask, little Johnny!) as well as a kind of condescending pity (as in Huh huh huh What a lazy ass. But we have all been there, am I right, fellas?! *Looks around at crowd to signal that applause or at least some congregational "Yyyyyyeeaaahhhh!"'s are welcome.) Anyway, I remember being like, "Oh yeah, for sure. Look, watch this!"... I never realized how much I could swell up with pride about my sleeping habits and how quickly I can get ready (when I need to)--or really that I viewed these things as something to be respected or as something to give advice on.
No matter. The bottom line is that I don't think this classifies as a lucid dream (which is what I was hoping for) although there are a great deal of obvious "dream meets reality" ideas in it.
Moving on to the less longerestishness stanzas:
Red Velvet Cake Cookies - I'm gownna make 'em. Dun. I'm going to invest in powdered sugar, FLOUR, eggs, cream cheese, maybe even a wire cooling rack! (We're going big here). And they are going to look like this.
Except maybe without a random thing of yarn hanging out in the distance just a jump skip and a hop away from the tiered cookie column with another piece of coordinatingly-colored yarn. It will also have more powdered sugar. My mouth is watering already.
I'm also putting out my cheesy Christmas decorations soon. My obnoxious music-playing snowglobe will make it's yearly appearance as well as the dozen mini nutcrackers that I stole from my Grandmother's voracious step-trashcan. There were about twelve different mini nutcrackers, all in different European soldier costumes. I'm not sure if she got them here or in Europe, but I wouldn't let her throw them away because they held too much sentimental value. I remember trying to pick out my favorite each year, even when I was too small to really see them very well as they stood in formation on their shelf--the same place they stood every Christmas at her house.
Something about living by yourself actually makes you more excited about Christmas, I think. You get to see how you'll create it.
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