To sleep, perchance to dream

I slept most of the day yesterday. I finished up in the lab everything I could. I set a shit-ton of data transfers to go, and then I left around 10:00am. When I got home, I figured that none of the transfers would finish for at least five hours, so I had plenty of time to sleep. My head hit the pillow and I was out. Around 5pm, I woke up and acted as if I was going to go back to the lab and keep working, but my nose started acting up (probably due to the weather change) and two benadryl later, I'm asleep once again.

I slept until midnight. Yes, midnight.

So total, I must have gotten about 12 hours of sleep yesterday. The odd thing was that I can remember some of my dreams. I hardly ever remember my dreams. Not sure why I do now.

In one dream I was going through an empty house, or rather, I think it was being shown to me because I was considering living there. The house had a weird layout. The kitchen was in the basement, and the basement had a back door leading into the back yard where there was a very dirty pool. But the door was just an old screen door that I felt like I could push my hand right through if I tried. The pool was dirty, so I put some bleach into it to clean it up, and like magic, the dirty water became clear again.

Another dream, I sware this is true, I was fighting ogres and monsters in a very Lord of the Rings style. It was pretty cool, but fierce. I was being chased by them and running into more as I fled, killing all that I could. I think I was using a broad sword (one-handed) and an axe in the other, just slicing through everything in my path. My hair was a little shorter than it is now, I was clean shaven, and I had on a bunch of armor and thick leather and such. No helmet.

I think this is when I started waking up because I had another dream where I was doing something boring... I can't remember what exactly, but I remember having the thought "Man, I sure would rather be killing monsters right now." It wasn't like it was a lucid dream where I was transported back to the battle field, however. Would have been cool if that was what happened, but it didn't.

Generally, the only dreams I remember are a few of the ones that I seem to have over and over again. One is where I'm in some sort of psycho Disney World sort-of park that has an old stone church in the middle that is locked up. Another is much happier in tone, but more curious because I'm in this place where there are these enormous houses up on top of the rolling grass-covered hills that seem to be miles apart. I'm not sure if I ever go inside any of them, but I do remember going across those hills with the wind blowing.

It makes me sad that I don't think I've ever had the "flight" dream, but I have had the "falling" dream that wakes you up suddenly. Maybe that was me trying to fly and it didn't work out so well.

I've been wasting time doing nothing for about 4 hours, since midnight, since I woke up, so I think I'll shower and actually GO to the lab now. I have things to do. The way I figure it, if I don't go to sleep until about 8 or 9pm tonight, then I'll be able to right my sleep schedule. So I'll go to the office and get as much stuff done as I can, then I'll come home and spend time cleaning and doing household duties until I can't stand it. Then, exhausted, I'll hit the sack. Nice, huh?