I woke up from this, in the hospital room that Laurie and I were sleeping in, and tried to tell her about it, but she kept falling asleep and wasn't really listening, and I kept falling asleep in mid-sentence anyway. I was also interrupted by a Latino couple who came in to sweep the floor, empty the trash cans, and replace the sheets. I explained to them that the sheets were fine, thanks, all we really wanted was a little privacy and sleep.
I woke up from this, and realized that I was supposed to go jogging with my agent over lunch and couldn't waste time dreaming about having dreams. I had decided that, since I was house-hunting anyway, I would walk to meet him, so I was walking through the most labyrinthine part of Richmond's Fan District, looking at houses and wondering what Laurie would think of them. The problem was that it was so dark; here it was lunchtime and it was still night out. The fact that all the houses were connected and stacked on top of each other as one giant maze of a building with lots of cramped, hidden recesses added to the gloom. Realizing that time was getting away from me I headed for the bus stop, which was nicely situated to see the beach and the shipyard. But the bus kept not coming and not coming. Since I was close to Carytown, I called my agent on my cellphone and told him I'd meet him at the Carytown Starbucks, but he was rather indignant and said, "I can't go now, John, it's 1:00 already!" I apologized and started to suggest an alternative--
And the alarm woke me up.
I think. 0.o