Last night I maintained a 4 hour, semi-restful sleep. I dreamt of David Hasselhoff (????). He was jumping off bridges, ninja style for some reason, and landing firmly and safely on dry land. He was very proud of himself. I looked on admiringly while I prepared a picnic feast for no one in particular.
And no, my lovelies, this wasn't the nightmare portion. (what, what, what???)
My dream swiftly turned into zombies with melting faces who were laughing at a naivety I wasn't aware of. Bastards.
I awoke to rain and all was well though the idea of sleep was dismissed. No fear. I made a breakfast of cheese popcorn (homemade and very tasty) and watched the sun rise.