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I had a weird dream

I woke up at five. Made breakfast for the family. Had breakfast. Sent my mom off to work and went to bed with Iron Maiden singing me a lullaby. Two minutes to midnight. Great song.

I wouldn't call it sleep, per se. You know that tired feeling you get when you jerk off in the middle of the day, not because you are horny but because you are bored, and all you want to do is take a nap right after, but you can't, so you stumble around in a state of constant stupor for anywhere between ten minutes and two hours? That is what I felt like when I went to bed at 08:30 in the AM today.

I don't even remember going to sleep. All I remember is sitting cross legged in my office bathroom, washing my feet. Dirty brown water flowed freely from under my feet.

And then I started lucid dreaming. The realization lasted for only a few moments, but I was sure as hell that I was definitely dreaming. What tipped me off was that I didn't feel as wet as I as supposed to be. Sitting on the bathroom floor, washing your feet and not feeling the water is a serious case of ass numbness. You should get that checked out as soon as possible if you ever have the bad fortune of experiencing such as phenomenon.

My first thought- I had passed out in the bathroom at the office.

My immediate second thought- I had passed out at my desk at the office, and that I need to wake myself up before anyone noticed.

So I forced my eyes open and found my self getting my heavy head off of my laptop.

I forced my eyes open some more and found myself drooling all over my arm staring right at my copy of The Godfather.

That was dope as fuck. 10/10 would love for it to happen again.

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