Late last night (or early this morning), I had this dream: I was at an amusement park. While I was in a wooden tower around sunset, a bright light shown through a window above me. I went outside and saw a silver saucer-shaped UFO descending to the ground nearby. A crowd had gathered, but I went right up to the UFO. A small hatch under the saucer opened, and a small, pale green alien (about the size of a cat) emerged. Concerned that the alien was part of an invasion force, I attacked it, pounding on it until it stopped moving. A second alien emerged, and I did the same to it. I tossed the dead aliens to someone in the crowd. I used my super strength (something I have in my dreams frequently) to tilt the saucer (it was the size of a car) in hopes of blocking the opening. I shouted, "You're not welcome here! Go back to whereever it is you came from! Nobody wants you here!" I spied a narrow silver cylinder extending from the open hatch. Thinking it was a weapon of some kind, I grabbed it and pulled it from the saucer. I wedged a softball under the saucer, tilting the UFO so that the ball was blocking the opening.
Before I get on with today's events, I should clear some things up. When I was younger, I believed in all sorts of paranormal phenomena--ghosts, ESP, and aliens. As I got older and more interested in my faith (Christianity), I gave serious thought to these phenomena and decided that ghosts and aliens were incompatible to my understanding of the real world. Further, I decided that if some non-human beings (aliens or possibly demononic spirits pretending to be aliens to mislead humans) were visiting Earth and doing what people claimed they were doing in the abductee stories, these beings should be regarded as enemies. I have had nightmares about the gray aliens (Grays, as they're often called) and various other aliens from movies and science fiction. As a result, I have decided (within the context of my fantasy and dream life, since I haven't encountered them in my "real" life) that I am at war with the Grays. If I see them in my dreams, then I attack them.
Speaking of my real life, I didn't get much sleep this weekend. On Saturday morning, I woke up a few times (I can't recall why). I got to bed about an hour later than I should have on Saturday night, then woke up very early Sunday morning due to thunder from a storm. I didn't get a nap in on either day, and Diana and I got back later than I would've liked on Sunday from our visit with Cosmo, Wanda, and Gwen. As a result, I had dinner later than I would've liked, and it threw off my schedule for the evening. Today at work, I bought TWO 20-ounce Mountain Dews to help me stay awake.
As for work today, it wasn't quite as hectic as I feared it would be. I was kind of down in the morning (besides my lack of sleep) because my pedometer got trashed on my way to work. It fell off my work bag and got crushed by a passing bus moments before I realized it had fallen off. Granted, the pedometer was free (part of my workplace's promotion of good health practices), and I have been frustrated with the thing reseting when I'm not looking or when I'm not deliberately pressing the reset button (which is on the front of the device). Still, I had hoped to make it to the end of this month before discarding it. We had some people off scheduled to be off of work this week, but nothing disasterous (that I'm aware of) happened in our area today. Aside from being late to my afternoon break and being tired half of the day, I didn't have too bad a day at work.
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