This morning I woke up at 7:30 expecting it to be 9:30. I didn't fall back asleep.
I also remembered three of my dreams, which go from ordinary to bizarre.
In the first I was fixing up dents and dings on my car so it was freshly bondo'd, primered and sanded.
In the second I was fighting are large trashy black woman who was in my face with all this attitute because I was being a dick in the crosswalk. She got out of her car and was acting too threatening, so I tried to give her a shoulder throw, but didn't execute very well. She ended up going down more softly than I would have liked.
Then some other guy got upset at me for trying to throw the woman, so I tried to throw him too, but also failed.
(I really need to go back to practice, I think my shoulder will finally be strong enough again after SXSW.)
In the third dream
I don't know what that last one means.