It has been at least 15 years, at least, since I've had Mongolian barbecue. Does traditional Mongolian cuisine consist of heaping bowlfuls of frozen meat and banging a gong once you're done? Anyway, I thought I could go through three servings, but I only got to two, neither of which were that big (or tall; I saw these expert customers pile their modest bowls taller than the bowls were wide. Oh, and I didn't wear gloves for my first serving, whoops). My stomach got rumbly, left the social dinner early, went to Target, got home and quickly did my business, then decided I was tired, changed into my sleepwear, and turned off the lights.
I think I went to sleep around 9:30. I think I woke up around 6:30. Probably slept for less than nine hours, but it feels great. Energizing, too, even though I didn't plan on waking up this early to finally see Grandmother's friend. But at least I have time to blog post for the day, and I have one hell of a nightmare to blog post about ...
... as far as I remember, I was running hurriedly from place to place, even though I don't recall whether I was running around different places or different areas of this huge space. I knew I had to leave, or "leave," because, I think, I needed to watch the Super Bowl. At home, at a party, or somewhere else, don't remember. So I'm looking at my watch and seeing on Google Maps how long it will take to get to my destination, and all this running around is eating into my drive time in order to get to where I want to go in time to watch kickoff of the Super Bowl.
Here is the thing: I think my drive, and I'm pretty sure in my nightmare that it was a drive, was taking me from Japan to Hawai'i to ... well, I don't remember. I remember looking at Google Maps mapping out my "drive" from Japan to Hawai'i to my final destination, with direct lines charting my path on a picture of the world. I remember that there was a Japanese pagoda in one of the places I was running around in. And I also remember that I thought I had 4 1/2 hours before the Super Bowl started, and then all this running around meant I had only 3 1/2 hours before the Super Bowl started. How am I going to drive from Japan to Hawai'i to wherever in only 3 1/2 hours and get to see kickoff in time?
And then I woke up. This nightmare stands out in that even though I was running around, I know that I was not running away from anything or anyone. My heart was beating, but not as hard as in other nightmares because in this nightmare I know that I wasn't being chased. I was just ... annoyed, I guess.
(shrug) What does this mean?
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