Last night, I woke up at 2.
I have no idea why. It didn't snow, so it wasn't a snowplow. Wanda was home and presumably asleep, since she had an exam at 9:30 this morning. There were no unusual noises. Nothing was happening. I just was awake.
And I thought "Hmm, this is weird. At least it's early enough that I'll be sure to fall asleep again."
By 3, I was regretting tempting fate like that.
And oddly enough, thinking "I have to go to sleep, I'm going to be really tired tomorrow" does not help at all.
I don't remember anything between 3 and 5:30, so I must have fallen asleep again, but by 5:30 I was definitely awake. At that point, I didn't expect to go back to sleep. After all, my alarm goes off at 6:30.
Naturally, I fell asleep anyway. And dreamed.
A complicated action story.
That turned into a musical.
Even in my dream, I was surprised. Where did that come from?
And why isn't it the first time I apparently composed a musical in my sleep?
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