waking up, in a hearbeat

it was a restless night, particularly in the wee hours of the morning. maybe 4-6am to be precise - not that I would ever know.

I can't quite place how the dreams unfolded in real time, but in dream time at least, it seemed to last hours. I was battling the fact that the dream was in fact, a dream, and 'waking up' ceased to be an alternative escape of reality. There she was, in the dream, as she was and usually is as natural and beautiful in real life. But of course as the subconcious would have it - faces were blurred, actions were inhibited, and the blurry series and sequences of events seemed nothing more than a nightmarish experience I was trying to get out of.

There was Alfred Fox and Jason Rivers. Again, absolutely irrelevant characters to the entire drama except perhaps the fact that they had comic, quintessentially-all american names. I can't even quite remember what they looked like, how they sounded or what they did - except that in height and stature, they were pretty intimidating. The fact that she had expressed some thought about moving to Utah with them was heart-wrenching enough even in the subconcious. Some emotions really transcend the different dimensions.

When i woke up next to her in the morning, the heart skipped in a beat. It took a couple of seconds to settle back into the present, seeing her there, watching her sleep. Exhaustation but relief - isnt that the way all bad dreams are supposed to play out?

Dragged my feet to get dressed - was already 20 minutes late in the commute back. a happy tuesday, indeed.