For a while there I was getting uncomfortable anywhere I slept, but lately, I've actually grown quite fond of the fold-out. One of the things that I like about it is the fact that, for some reason that I have yet to figure out, it seems to be conducive to dreams.
In other words, when I wake up in the morning, I tend to remember, or dwell over, whatever it was that I was dreaming about. This doesn't happen in other spaces, for some reason, unless I have one of my Exorcist dreams, and wake up screaming. But that hasn't happened in a long, long time.
Last night's dreams where weird. In one, I was running through a group of rooms with Corb, Ashes, and Josie. The house seemed to be endless, and stuck in the fifties. I remember a lot of lime green, but faded, and quite dusty. Lots of lamps, too, tilted at funny angles.
The problem was, each room that we entered presented a challenge, because in the room adjoining, there were usually people hanging around, waiting for us. They looked nice, but every time we would get comfortable with them, they would attack us. We fought nuns, small children, Tibetan priests. We somehow had to find a way to either kill them, or sneak past them to get into the next room.
The other dream I remembered also involved conflict. In the dream, people were paired up against each other, with complex mathematical equations scribbled on their foreheads. The sum of the equation pre-determined who would win the battle. The trick was, figuring out in time what the sum opf the equation was, so you could bet on the winner.
I'm not certain what all the fighting was about, last night. It is a busy week at work, and I stayed up until midnight helping Ashes with her homework (and since we're both passionate Greeks, that usually involves a lot of shouting.) Maybe that's it...dammit, it would have been a lot more fun making love to war, though.