Day 4.2

I definitely had a dream this time. (Huzzah for REM sleep!) I'd suspected I've been having sort of mini-dreams these few days, but this time, I actually sort of remember parts of it. I was in the cafeteria of my high school (which was a very bright white before it was renovated) where one of my former art teachers was having class. We were making these grey styrofoam things with wires sticking out of them (explosives?). I was working across from a blond boy I didn't recognize, who had a sprained wrist in one of those black padded velcro gloves, and was having some difficulties with a giant pair of scissors; he was holding them at a very awkward angle, and he looked liable to stab someone with them. There were also all these broken raw eggs. I'm not sure where they came from or how they related to anything. Maybe he stabbed them?

I woke up at 6:40 feeling like I'd just slept for an hour, and I thought I'd overslept before I looked at the clock. I went back to sleep when I realized I had ten minutes to go, and now I'm a bit groggy. Running at about 90%, I'd say.