Ok, so usually I don’t even remember my dreams, but this was just too weird, so I’m gonna share.

I didn’t get an awful lot of sleep and knew I wasn’t going to get a lot, so I set not one, not two, but three alarms to make sure I was up in time for my Golden Key meeting. It’s been a comedy of errors trying to get in touch with those guys, I tell you.

Anyway, on the third alarm, I don’t know what actually happened, but I suddenly was dreaming that I woke up. You know those dreams, where you think you wake up? Yeah, one of those. I got dressed and head off to my meeting and everything. Then I forgot something and went back and it started to unravel. The apartment I walked into was not my apartment, but some other apartment (although I had a room there and picked up… my wallet I think it was). Dad also lived there, and he caught me as I was about to leave again, took me into the office (there was an office, too) to show me some designs that some other designer had done for him for his company and wanted to know what I thought. I thought they were pretty cool, actually, and proceeded to say as much. We then both left the house heading towards university. Dad was walking across some grass and I was walking on the path. The footpath suddenly was cobblestone, and with weird inclines and stuff. I mean, Seattle’s hilly and I need to trudge up inclines all the time, but this was like rock-climbing! Anyway, after doing this for a while I had that sudden realisation that while my senses were mostly in the dream, I was aware that my body was lying in bed. Then suddenly my mind jerked back to my body and I found myself getting up and going and sketching out the designs that Dad showed me to the best of my ability before I needed to head off to my meeting. They looked rather cool… but come on, I’m so geeky that my subconscious is doing design work on the side?

That’s a whole new level of being geeky.