I probably need to stop sleeping on the floor
Ellis has been getting molars. Which means that I have not been getting good sleep. Somewhere around 1am and 3 am he wakes up, I settle him, make him as comfortable as possible (one night it took teething tablets, Tylenol, a diaper change, and a bottle of water). But he takes awhile before he's really settled, so I hang out by the crib to pat his back in case he starts stirring so that he doesn't really wake up again. The length of time gradually increases, and finally he doesn't wake up until morning (or the next bout of discomfort). But I'm left hanging. In desperation, I snooze on a big pillow beside his crib between settling sessions. When he doesn't wake up because he's finally settled, I don't wake up and end up sleeping for I don't know how long on the floor, and then wake up and drag myself back to bed. I didn't know where I was when I woke up at one point this morning. Bed? Floor? Huh?
So I had another crazy dream, most likely floor-induced. It was probably inspired by the fact that I had been thinking a lot about my Latin Professor Who Died, due to the previous night's dream. In last night's dream, it was my advisor who died of cancer (like Latin Professor). Weird. As far as I know, my advisor is in perfect health, thank goodness. But it was one of those weird dreams that seems so real when you're dreaming them. I was even calculating effects on my thesis, which he had passed before he died, so that was good. Hmm. That's like when my Undergrad Advisor's dissertation advisor died suddenly. He had a heartattack on a gondola...shortly after he had passed my advisor's diss, so all was well on that front.
Hmm. Death.