After having submitted my previous LJ at around 12 AM (its the usual time that I go to bed), I finally dash off to bed, and wait until sleep makes its nightly rounds. Then, at around 3 AM, I suddenly wake up, with absolutely no sense of sleep or tiredness in my eyes. It was completely unprovoked; no sound has started me up, I don’t remember any dream that I had for that short while, and nothing had mentally reminded me to wake up with such a…..well…..start.

Wierd.

So after a shower and “resleep” before 4 AM, Mom wakes me up a around 5 as usual, with the morning routine of getting ready for our respective destinations. I get here to school at 6 AM, and go to sleep for the next two hours (as usual, since class starts at 8).

I dream of me and Mom walking down a dusty desert road at dawn (me lacking a belt for my pants, so I’m subconsciously holding on to them as I walk), Mom walking in front of me as we cross a deserted intersection. To the left of me, I see a great big red, torn down billboard for (what I mentally recognize to be) Chick-Fil-A in the distance (the trademark had disappeared though, so it might’ve been from another dream I had).

Then, as we get to this bus stop further down the road, a guitar starts playing.

I recognize it as the start for Alanis Morisette’s “Ironic”, and so I start singing. Not surprisingly to me in the dream (but very surprisingly to me in retrospect!), so does Mom! All of a sudden, it seems as if this is some sort of music video, as she compliments me with alto voice and we walk around, singing (with full music in the mental background), as if there isn’t a care in the world.

At the busstop, I see, seated, other people waiting for the bus, including both of my sisters and (strangely enough) Stevie Wonder and the late Luther Vandross (he was graying a bit, btw). None of them were paying attention to us.

It all seems normal to me in the dream. And I felt happy.

Then I woke up with a start (it was around 7:30). Unfortunately, it was in the middle of the bridge (“Life has a funny way….”). In a lucid state (I wasn’t entirely awoke yet) I tried jumpstarting the dream so that Mom (whose face I never could “see” in the dream) and I could finish the song, but it wouldn’t go.

So, I got up and walked to class.

Wierder.