I slept horrible last night: Too much different wine varietals during a online tasting and too much cheese to accompany it. I went to bed quickly and woke up a few times to an aching head, aching bones and then an aching belly. I love waking up in the middle of the night when it's an inconsistent practice. I feel like I can catch some strange beast or view that I'm not supposed to see (dare I say a Christmas elf in motion). In any case, when it happens at 3 am, I always think of the poet Rives and his TedTalk.
Three a.m. was when I got more water and moved the elf. I went back to bed outside the sheets under the soft blanket that provides so much tactile pleasure. Four a.m. was most likely when I woke back up from a beautiful dream where I was being creative and in my flow and came across a group of people I barely knew from an old project. An old friend called out my name and, before I knew it, I was sitting in a coffee house, talking and joking with a talented group of people about what our passions were. The energy was light and inspired. I was sitting next to the person who initially called out my name, a person that always felt kindred for some reason I could never pinpoint. We ended up holding our hands out to each other and barely touching them beyond our fingertips but I felt transported to another realm. It was a truly euphoric experience, like nothing else I have ever felt; so much so, I'm trying to figure out the chemical reaction in my brain during sleep to better understand the feeling. I spent the rest of the early morning flirting with sleep and trying to get back to the dream, to the altered reality, until I finally woke up. It's haunted me the entire day.