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 zenspider had killed his parents and made jam out of his father's blood. He spread it on toast and was trying to feed it to Aja.
I don't know what that last one means.