Take the cilantro, leave the zamboni

I woke up at 3:55 AM this morning from a dream that I was organizing and putting out the food for a Storyreading reunion potluck, taking care of a small child with very messy diapers, and trying to stay out of my former partner's way so he could enjoy the reunion too instead of looking uncomfortable whenever I went near him (because I sure felt uncomfortable, too.)

I woke up worrying about the workshop I'm giving next month, that I haven't done much work on recently. And how I really need to have some test slides soon, and figure out some handouts so they can be emailed to the participants in advance. I should start on it this weekend if I'm having stress dreams about it.

So I woke up, played on the internet, talked to r_ness a bit (thanks, man!), and wrote back to the people who need the slides and the handouts to say when I was hoping to deliver them.

Then I fell back asleep around 5:15 and dreamed for the next 2.5 hours about being at a conference to give a workshop and not having my lesson plan done in time.

I guess I better get going on my workshop, if I want to get any sleep! It's going fine, but my brain wants it done _now_. Silly brain. Silly endocrine system.