So I’m not going to have time to write 750 words this morning in the next, 8 or so minutes.  It’s just not enough time.

I am quite proud that Sam and I got up this morning to exercise before work.  Her to do some morning yoga stretches or something or another (I don’t do yoga…. hate it).  Me to ride my exercise bike for twenty minutes.  And I did take it rather easy, my calf, for obvious reasons, doesn’t feel the best.  But I thought getting some blood pumping through the bruise would be good for it also.

I had a very strange dream last night.  Two actually.  Unfortunately the first came right before the first alarm went off and instantly disappeared into the mist when I went to sleep for another 15 minutes.

In the second though I was living in this same apartment sometime in the near future.  Oscar was dead (my cat).  While walking through the dinning area of my apartment the floor boards started to rumble.  They started cracking and a box pushed up through the floor boards.  It was Oscar.  I had apparently buried him underneath the floor of our apartment when he died.

I picked up the box and tried to keep him in it while he kept trying to get out.  At first he clearly dead and rotting like a zombie cat would be, but as the dream went on he kept getting healthier and healthier until at the end of the dream I let him out of the box because he was perfectly fine.

While this was going on Sam was on the phone (in my dream) with someone who was telling her to pick up her two pets.  These two pets they were referring to had died when she was a child and they wanted her to pick up their now animated bodies.  I kept telling her to hang up, and she finally told the person she wasn’t driving to Madison to pick up some quasi-alive animals.

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What I really got out of the dream, or what caused me to think when I woke up was that when Oscar pushed out of the floorboards in his box there was dirt everywhere.  When I woke up I immediately knew this wasn’t right.  I live on the third floor, there wouldn’t be dirt.

Then I got thinking.  I don’t like that there isn’t dirt underneath my floor.  That kind of bugs me.

Time for work.  418 words. Not bad for a quick morning entry.