3-May: Notes from the nook floor

My broken sleep is now impacting my subconscious. These are the last few days of a life I've known for four years, and the universe refuses to let the transfer between astral planes be a smooth layover. In the past week, I, who rarely requires medical attention, has had to be patched up multiple times: First, to glue shut my punctured face, courtesy of a car door, and then to bandage a punctured hand, thanks to a heroic-deed-turned-dog-attack. My nights run late in efforts to savor each potentially last opportunity with mates, and my body – always seeking that worm – prides itself on rising before the rest of the household. The results finally hit me this morning.

Having been awake, but not yet risen from my bedroll, I was watching a Mongolian documentary just an hour ago. As I dozed off, the show continued in my mind, which, evidently, is already on that jumbo jet and is at least two in-flight movies into the trans-Pacific journey. In my dreams, I found myself in a Mongolian urban setting and trying to drive (which is not allowed to happen, by the way) by myself and at night. While sitting at a t-intersection stoplight, preparing to turn left, I note a police officer ready to catch violators in the darkness. I complete my turn, but I hear him yelling and the bright lights switch on behind me. However, he doesn't follow as I realize that perhaps my issue is that I am now driving through a pedestrian shopping alley. I manage to make it through without incident and shortly arrive at a restaurant. Though I don't know anyone, I sit at a table with a new friend and we begin our meal while interacting with the staff. Shortly after I break cultural norms (e.g. handing things to the staff with my left hand), I catch myself and the locals speak nothing of the tourist and his transgressions. Though they are generally speaking in Mongolian, I catch a mention of Singapore and I join the discussion (in English). The man who brought up Singapore has clay-colored skin and a beard that must have been years in making. I'm trying to place him when I realize that he significantly resembles characters seen on ancient Greek amphorae.

My work phone buzzes me awake with word of yet another employee who can't make it on time. Two days from change. My body fights me and the strongest wisdom I can pass on to you from this episode is

“Don't eat Voodoo doughnuts at 2:00am.”