dream theater

I dreamed that I was tired, and was going to curl up on a couch at the place away from my home where a bunch of us were gathering - I'm not sure why; there was some sort of performance event of some kind, and I was singing something in Russian?; the details are fuzzy - and have a sleep. But first I had to go around and make sure the lights weren't too bright, but the place wasn't pitch black in case anyone (kids especially) needed to move around while it was dark, and I had to make sure enough doors were closed to baffle the sound from some not-as-tired partying (Russian, also) types in another area of the ... house? complex? place, and anyway to make a long dream short by the time I got back to where the comfy couch was, someone else had sacked out on it. So I went to where I knew there was another couch, smaller but also comfy, and it was also occupied. Somehow I knew that somehow other people had been bedding down on all the sofas while I was busy making sure the place was comfortable and secure enough for us all to get some shut-eye, even though they knew I was busy doing this and that was why I wasn't already in possession of a sofa. So then I spent a lot of time exhausted and prowling around trying to find a place to sleep, and by the time I found one, my alarm went off.

That's right: the dreaded dream in which you get no sleep. My least favorite kind. I woke up feeling exhausted and very cranky, speculated at Himself that I'm not sleeping well (apparently) because of job-related stress, and reset my alarm and stayed in bed for another hour instead of going and getting on the elliptical. So today I am in a mildly foul mood.