Last night I had one of the best dreams I have ever had. I have never been so disappointed to realize the details were vanishing from my mind, even as I fought to repeat them out loud so I would be sure to retain the memory. All I can recall now is that it was partially me possessing special dimension-travelling powers, fighting to save the universe, and partially a movie featuring Donald Sutherland as the bad guy, trying to stop the universe from being saved by a dimension traveller. I slid back and forth between the two viewpoints -- observer and participant. While I observed, I remember commenting on how well the movie was paced and how witty the dialogue. I never knew my subconscious was quite so narcissistic and self-congratulatory.
It is once again 5 am and I am once again the only member of the household awake. The previous statement is only true if I don't count Nellie, my cat, and possibly Philadelphia, the rat -- so perhaps I should say I am the only human member of my household awake. It certainly is not as if I would be missing anything important, entertaining, or interesting if I went to sleep - I think I just lack the energy and motivation to walk all the way across the room to my bed. This would not be such a problem if the sleeping space on the couch had not been pre-empted by a roommate. I am so fascinated by the fact that I was able to buy a brand new couch that even ennui can not stop me from getting up from anywhere in the apartment to sleep on it.
(Side note: If in the future I refer to my Klaus (pronounced 'clowss' and not 'claws', determined by my decree), please know that I refer to the aforementioned couch. It is so tremendously massive that the simple noun, "couch," seems inadequate. I noticed on the delivery form that the model name is Klaus -- and the image of lounging upon a large, handsome Germanic fellow was far too tempting to pass up.)