dreams = bad sleep

a while ago, my friend or colleague (can't remember) told me that she read that if you have really explicit dreams, and you can remember them, then it's a sign of bad sleep. tonite i had an explicit dream, and i'm awake at 3:30am.... so b/c at this point i can't disprove the hypothesis, it's gotta be tru!

i dreamt i was some spy... i remember diving under water doing something weird - and then scaling a huge skyscraper. the funny thing is, i remember taking off my wetsuit b4 scaling the heights, and somehow putting it into a bag just like nate's li'l {wo}man gym bag... anyway - here i am, climbing this building w/no equipment... going ever so slow. then i get to the last floor, and it's like a house! so weird - so at this point, if i remember correctly, the plan was to enter the penultimate floor, go up to the roof, and then put on a parachute and jump to the ocean which is just next to the building... so anyway - here i am, being all spy-eee hangin on the near-top of the building, sneaking into someone's pad.... so the window i choose is like a bedroom (i guess it was a 2 storey apt) - and i'm all waiting for the person to walk by into the bathroom(?), climb thru the window, and sneak upstairs. so i bust in quietly, but make the loudest noise going up - and i'm like fumbling to get my wetsuit ON - i guess you just don't scale buildings w/wetsuits on??? i had trouble getting it out of nate's li'l {wo}man gym bag, first of all; second, i made so much noise that i hear people coming up... third, and here's the kicker.... when i come out onto the roof, i'm actually IN MY PARENT'S PLACE IN SHEUNG SHUI!!!! aaarrrggghhhh!!!! well - for those that don't know, their li'l place is only 3 storeys; and it's surrounded by farmland w/no sea in site (except for a li'l brook that's quite a ways off). so... my mom comes thru the door to the roof, and here i am w/my wetsuit half on, the top peeled down, and me about to jump 3 storeys w/my parachute (yes there was a parachute in nate's li'l {wo}man gym bag)... she asks me if i'm cold, and tells me that lunch is ready... *sigh*... so much for my ultra cool sleek *ying* spy story....

that's when i woke up, neck all in pain, all ready to do the morning thing and find out that it's actually 3am... so i go outside and see derek playing ps2, practicing for the 180 games nite, i gather.

now it's 4am... wat to do lah? i'm off to san diego on sun midnite flight i think, then arrive same day but in the afternoon (i love relative time). meetings mon n tues... mehico on wed... meeting/conference on thurs in LA... then i think i'm off on fri or sat midnite... i hate flying. hate hate hate! get in at 7:40am next next mon, and straight to office from the airport express! wooooohoooooooo....

i think i been feeling too much work lately. i love it, but enuf is enuf! maybe i get much rest on fri and sat in LA, cause i sure ain't sleeping on no plane! so much for my spook ambitions... me thinks i better stick with the desk job....

oh wells... i'm tired... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz