What happens during my Saturday-night sleeps:

1. I go to bed at midnight.

2. I dream of crazy things, such as being in Greece, living in a house that is falling apart and checking on my baby. Yes, my baby.

3. I wake up at 4:30am, half asleep and not quite aware of much.

4. I trip over on my way to the bathroom.

5. I go to use the tap, but nothing comes out. I check the other taps, but nothing comes out.

6. I head back to bed, confused.

7. I trip over in the exact same spot in my bedroom.

8. I hear the sound of trickling water outside somewhere.

9. I fall asleep again.

10. I dream of being in Greece again, except this time i was either doing a photo shoot where i was the photographer, and taking photos of a scary-looking guy who somehow turned the lights out with his eyes, turned the lights back on, and he was holding the camera equipment and became the photographer, taking photos of me.

11. I also dream that i was in an uncomfortable bed next to a power-point with both holes being occupied, and they suddenly caused a spark and a little fire, that somehow grew into a big fire, so i filled up a baby-stroller with water and threw it 'onto' the fire, which only fueled the flames somehow.

12. I wake up, thoroughly on edge and confused.

13. I hear the sound of tools clinking together and the shuffle of footsteps out my window.

14. I look out my window.

15. I see a figure bending over my front yard's garden, digging it up.

16. I become beyond thoroughly on edge and confused.

17. I ask my also half-asleep mother what is going on.

18. She tells me a water pipe had burst so we had no water until this guy could fix it, but in a tired, rushed voice so she could quickly get back to sleep. The voice sounded so weird, scary even. Although imagine how i would've sounded.

19. I feel some sense start to flow back into my brain.

20. But then I hear the guy who was fixing the pipe, humming to himself and speaking another language.


The confused feeling still hasn't quite left yet.