I've gotten into this bad habit of waking up at 9am, deciding I'll just rest for the next few minutes, and then waking up at noon again. Fortunately, I only do this on days I don't have to be anywhere. But I still feel like I'm wasting half the day. The one good thing is that I have awesomely weird lucid dreams.

Today's dream took place in an old house where I used to take dance lessons (the dream me, not the real me). My diving lessons had been moved there from our old pool, and we were diving straight into the wood floor. My friend James really hurt himself, not by diving into the floor, but by landing face first in a pile of chairs. While waiting for my turn, I started talking to my old friend Sy. Lots of other things happened in this dream, but as typical, I only remembered the details for a few minutes after I woke up.

The weird thing about this dream is that I had totally forgotten about Sy ever existing. This made me google his name and the school I knew he went to, and only one record popped up. This one record had his email address, and with some investigation of the source website, it's clear that this email is current. It really makes me want to send him a 'hello' and see what's up. But I think explaining the details of how I found him after 10 years of not talking to him might sound a bit stalkerish.